Kid Amnesiac

I think my marathon is over. The guests are gone. Simon is well. I’ve completed my first three running training sessions. Mom is home and on the road to recovery. Matt’s band had a good show. Our two days of babysitting are complete. It’s the last two together that nearly did us in.

Matt’s band played out Saturday night, and I promised I’d go listen (I never had before) weeks ago. What I wasn’t thinking/didn’t know when I made this plan was that (1) the band would not start until after a U of L basketball game that started at 9:00 p.m.; (2) that the clocks moved forward that night; (3) and that Ruby would be at our house the next morning at 9:00 a.m. and that I’d need to pick up Simon at Jim and Evie’s by 8:30 a.m.

So, Matt’s band took the stage at 11:30 EST. I stayed for a respectable not-quite two hours and got home at 1:30 EST. I got to bed at a pretty late 2:00 EST. And then I moved the clock to 3:00 EDT and set the alarm for 7:30 EDT.

There was a time in my life when I could function on less than five hours of sleep. That time ended about 15 years ago, and certainly isn’t something I would have ever put at the end of an already crazy 10-day period. Thankfully, the kids largely entertained each other. Also thankfully, Simon himself was tired last night and was happy with low-key, low-energy pursuits.

Today I’ll slowly begin the catch-up march. I’ve got papers to file, loads of laundry to run, and an unfinished freelance project to complete. I also need to do my annual spring mulching before more plants start emerging in the front shade garden.  And my house is dirty again. Still, I’m not feeling terribly stressed. The mulch and freelance job get priority, and Simon and I are going to plant pansies in my new window boxes later this week. But everything else? It can wait until I catch my breath.