Busy Week

So, I have now reached the point where trying to juggle four separate schedules is driving me crazy. I can't bring a blackberry into work so I have been trying to keep all of our commitments in my head, which has basically resulted in my head exploding. I think I am going to have to go old school and start carrying around a little paper calendar to keep everything written in. In the meantime, I forgot about the teacher appreciation lunch on Wed at the Moo's school (I thought it was on Thursday) and am now afraid to accept any invitations for fear of double booking us. We have multiple birthday parties and multiple outstanding invitations that I have yet to respond to, I finally handed out the Bean's invites for her 6 December party but have yet to even start thinking about the goodie bags, my house is completely wrecked and I am giving serious consideration to going on strike (the only thing holding me back is that fact that Mom's don't have a good union -- I guess we are more like independent contractors).

On a more positive note, I have a husband who on a consistent basis does the laundry and the dishes, makes me breakfast on Saturdays, and gets the girls ready and out the door for school every morning. I have a little Bean is beyond silly and whose ballet class I get to go and observe on Tuesday, although I get recitals on a daily basis on home, and who took great joy in spending an hour in a hot and steamy rec center in order to cheer her sister on at a 30 second freestyle race . I have a little Moo who completed her second swim meet last night, WAY past her bedtime, and did an unbelievable job in freestyle and backstroke (she finished fifth in both meets, and beat her previous times despite being exhausted). And, on Friday, I finally finished my big project at work; it's not particularly well done, but it's done, and that counts for something I guess.

A few definitions I developed after getting a voice mail from Dad about Friday morning's drop offs at school:

Happiness = letting your oldest daughter help you put your new red car tax decal on your windshield and take off the old blue one, then encouraging her when she decides she wants to take a survey of the cars in her school parking lot to see how many people still have blue decals compared to red, so she can make a chart.

Joy = listening to your youngest daughter repeatedly sing "Jingle Bells" during the ride to her school after you have dropped off the Moo.