So, I'm not really a drinking person but I have been known to indulge in some beverages of the alcohol persuasion every now and then. Margaritas, strawberry maragaritas, mamosas....just about anything mixed and fruity is my personal preference. Margaritas are usually the first thing that come to mind. Though I don't actually (usually) drink them, I usually refer to a hard day as a "Margarita day" meaning if I had the stuff in the house and the stamina to make one, I'd have a margarita in my hand to end the day. Well, this week has been a margarita week.
The boys are tracked out this week (and the following 2 weeks). So, we've done dentist appointments (me and all 3 kids), cubscout pack meeting along with work and grocery shopping (3 different stores). We are going on vacation soon, so my younger 2 are doing make-up gymnastics classes (for the ones they're going to miss) as well as their regular classes (total of 4 times at The Little Gym this week). My Grandmother's birthday is the 19th so we're meeting for lunch to celebrate. My husband had the 8 :00 am shift this week, so I had to take the boys to their track-out camp, meaning I wasn't able to get in to work early or stay late so I wasn't ready with my materials this week during preschool, which makes me feel incredibly disorganized. We also got 2 new students this week (as well as 1 new this month and 1 new last month) so that makes 8 kids (age ranges from 19 months to 3 years) on Mondays and Wednesdays and 10 kids (age ranges 22 months-3 years) on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The only saving grace to this is not having to worry about planning for preschool next month. My teaching partner and I take turns switching off month to month with planning.
It's weeks like this I feel like I'm treading water, trying desperately to keep my head above it before I sink in. Perhaps, instead, I should just learn to ride the waves. Surfing lessons, anyone?
