Up at 5:38 a.m, shower, dress, feed kids, dress kids. (I'm slow in the morning; need lotsa time...)
7:50 am - out to make bus that is supposed to come at 7:50.
7:55 walk to school.
8:07 meet Max's best friend & his mom. She offers to stay with kids so they can play outside until school starts 8:40 am (don't ask, they changed the start time. It's hell.)
8:30 - get to bus stop. Takes to long for bus; walk to subway.
9:30 am at work.
Eat power bar, various nuts, open up new box of Fiddle Faddle. Eat some.
11:00 am - Home visit. Client depressed. Wife a negative nag. I leave with promise from man that he will come visit me tomorrow.
Eat more fiddle faddle.
12:30 - talk to geriatric care managers who had been working with my client. his home attendant had been stealing from him.
Talk to endless stream of clients. Cannot get off phone.
2:00 pm - eat apple.
2:30 pm - supervisor calls - Have I spoken to new student intern about charting? About what forms to do? Uhhh... no.
3:00 pm - talk to former colleague about client mentioned in yesterday's post. Feel better.
Eat more Fiddle Faddle (down to crumbs now. Remember this was a new box.)
3:45 leave to meet client mentioned in yesterday's post & her brother.
4:30 - sit on bench outside clients apartment for 5 minute rest. Suddenly remember! Tennis Lessons! Max had a lesson today at 4, but I forgot to tell the sitter! (Of course his tennis clothes are right on the chair - but does that remind him? Apparently not.) Call Tennis center - Max can go at 5. Tell sitter.
4:42 - remember have to drop something w/supervisor! Run to office. She's gone.
4:58 - Grab a pizza from Hot Nosh at work. (Jewish agency, ya' know. Hot Nosh. They're open 24/6! Seventh day they rested... get it?!?)
5:02 - burn tongue on blasted kosher dried out HotNosh pizza!
5:08 - on subway.
5:09 - asleep.
5:46 - wake up startled, somebody's hair in my face. Nice. Don't ask.
6:00 pm - at West Side Tennis Club to pick up Max. (Love that place... so posh n' all...)
6:35 - walking home. Max asks/tells/yells/whines at me to hold his racket. I'm carrying two bags. I say something about perhaps we could switch and he could hold my 20 lb bag and I'll hold the racket.. He whines/cries/yells the whole walk back. It was so nice to have such a stress free walk.
7:00 pm - Max has to do his homework - plus his current events that he saved until.... say it with me now: The Last Minute. Of course. So, he has to read a story and write about it. He's exhausted. I'm exhausted. We haven't eaten. He screams. I scream. The neighbors close their windows.
8:00 pm - eat bowl of cold cereal.
8:45 pm. Kids fed (Kid Cuisine tv dinners... please forgive me!), homework done (ok, I "helped" him more than I should have... but he was so tired....)
9:00 pm - Bath.
9:45 pm - they're asleep.
10:00 pm - I make lunch for tomorrow. Pack up for overnight w/parents for Jewish Holy Day....
11:00 pm - blogging. Why aren't I asleep?
You know, I have some friends who lovelovelove to always be busy. Always have something to do, always be moving.... can't sit still! Gotta go! Gotta do! NOT ME. I need down time. I need to fart around on the computer. I need to chat on the phone. I need...... well heck - just to sit and stare off into space. Days like this, I do not enjoy. They also give me a good window as to why my weight might just go up and down... (ya' think?!?! Fiddle Faddle anyone?!?!?)
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