September 19, 2012
My son, D, started preschool last week. He goes three days a week, for three hours. My plan is take him to school, drive to the closest Starbucks four minutes away, get a green tea, settle in and write for the next 2 ½ hours.
Sounds great right?
The only problem is thus far I’ve only done that once and this is his second week of preschool.
In the morning, I’m barely out of the door to get him to school on time. As a result my writing time is eliminated because I have no time left to gather my computer and other accessories and get out of the door on time.
I’ve no one to blame but myself.
D’s preschool is a 20 minute drive one way. And coming back home is nearly forty minutes of writing time lost. But that’s what’s been happening with the exception of the one day.
The resolution is obvious: Prepare the night before.
If I did this I would be fine. But often after D goes to bed, I’m tired and feel I deserve to plop down on the sofa and veg out a bit. By this time The Husband is usually working on his blog or preparing his lesson plan (he’s a teacher) for the following work day (I know, I should take notes).
I have good intentions and I’m preparing things in my mind for the next morning, until I fall asleep on the sofa and wake up at 11pm. Now it’s too late and it’s time for bed. The Husband is already asleep. I think I remember him coming out to wake me up but I’m not sure.
The morning comes, and I’m rushing around.
This morning all was going well until I couldn’t find D’s sandals. They were in The Husband’s car who was now at work. They went to the park yesterday evening and somehow the sandals never made it inside. Well, if I already assumed that the sandals were in The Husband’s car why did I stop and call him to ask if the sandals were in his car? Why didn’t I just move right into plan B, the sneakers?
I’ll tell you why. I needed someone to blame for my rushing around getting everything together at the last minute. Of course I knew it was my fault, but somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I could get away with pointing the finger at The Husband because he’d left D’s sandals in the car.
“I can’t find D’s sandals. Are they in your car?” Of course he wasn’t too thrilled that I’m calling in the middle of his class about D’s sandals.
“Yes, they are in my car, Lisa. Move on to plan B…his sneakers.”
When we hang up I realize how foolish it was for me to have called him about something so trivial. And realize how patient of a husband I have. That’s one of the reasons I married him. I knew how complex I could be and needed someone ultra patient and understanding.
Ok, so plan B: Sneakers. ( It’s still hot out so sandals are nicer, plus no socks means less time for D to get ready.)
By this time it was 8:30am. Time to go. No time to gather my computer and writing information so I abandoned my plan to write at Starbucks. I’ll have to come back home.
The last things I do is put D’s back pack on him and give him his lunch box with his snack and we’re out the door. It would take me another 10 minutes to get my writing stuff ready (my computer, notebook with my notes, my bag, etc).
By not being prepared I’ve frustrated my husband, frustrated my son because he had to see me rushing around like a mad woman and I’ve frustrated myself. Not to mention, I’ve lost writing time.
Lessons Learned: 1) Time is a blessing. I want to be a good manager of the time God gives me. 2) I never saw myself as impulsive but calling my husband like that is acting on impulse, a knee jerk reaction. 3) I play the blame game with my husband way too much. Yes, I always realize it later and apologize (unless I forget to), but I need to realize it prior to doing the blaming. 4) I don’t want to interfere with the enjoyment of my son’s day by rushing around at the last minute. 5) Gas is expensive and if I were prepared I’d save not only time but money by cutting down on my drive time.