Our schedule has been so insane this year that we are thinking about buying a second car---something I really don't want to do, but I have to admit that it would make life a lot easier, give Marc and I that tiny bit of breathing room that makes life worth living.
So, yesterday was once again full of plans. Molly had an 8am soccer game, then a birthday party in the evening. Noah also had evening plans and needed a ride (20 minutes away), and Marc was running a moonlit half-marathon in the snow.The first pleasant surprise was that Marc took Molly to soccer (instead of going to triathlon training as usual on Saturday). That left me free to do a little yoga in the morning.
Later in the day I took Molly shopping for a gift for her friend. It was nice to have one-on-one time with her. We browsed at the bookstore, looked around in Winners and ate fro-yo.
Seeing as everyone else had evening plans and Hanaa and I were relegated to taxi and tag-along duty, I decided we should go out for dinner. She dressed up.
After Molly's party, we had to go pick up Noah. We decided to take the dog along. Noah got in the car and decided to play Hamilton on his phone, so the whole ride home was one big sing-along.
The kids went to bed, and Marc and I stayed up and watched Stranger Things (with adult beverages).
Lovely.
Today, however, I tried for a repeat of the yoga. It was the most un-peaceful 30 minutes ever. The girls fought, loudly. There were tears, name calling, recrimination, and screams.
Sigh.
