On the first day of class I was printing off all my class materials for that night. I mentioned to Adam that I would be discussing Martin Luther. He says, "How many theses was it that he nailed to the church door? I can't remember." Claire immediately said, "Who put their feces on a church door? Why would they do that?"
And thus was my first seminary theological discussion. Feces vs. Theses.
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I wanted to share about my day yesterday because it is becoming typical of my days now. I am so glad that I did research on time management last semester, because all my new knowledge is being put to use!
Yesterday
4:30 a.m. Jump out of bed, turn on coffee, start the computer, work on my paper on Martin Luther and his understanding of grace.
6:30 a.m. Just finished printing the rough draft of my paper. Make sure everyone's out of bed, start making lunches.
7:45 a.m. Get kids to the school, race home.
8:30 a.m. Send rough draft of worship bulletin announcements to all who need to edit it, race out the door to my school.
9:00 a.m. to 1:55 p.m. I tutor in groups of 5-6, about 40 kids. One child got sent back to class for standing in his chair. One child got sent back to class for punching the assignment/table. The rest act precious and love reading with me. Each child anticipates the end of group when they get a cool sticker (My Little Pony or Transformers, their choice. Yesterday one boy chose a My Little Pony, but all the girls opted not to receive a Transformers sticker.)
1:55 p.m. I RUN, RUN, RUN to my car so I can make it to TCU in time for my writing appointment.
2:10 p.m. I arrive on the TCU campus and remember I'm not the only person that attends this school and I must park four blocks away from my destination.
2:20 p.m. After running as fast as I can and speedwalking when I am weary, I arrive five minutes late to my appointment. I tell my tutor that I will be a size six by the end of the day. She reviews my paper on Martin Luther and gives me some valuable tips on how to improve. She kindly asks me to point out my thesis statement and I realize it stayed in my head and didn't make it to the page.
2:50 p.m. More running. It must be a typical class change period, because there are TCU students everywhere, all looking skinny and beautiful. I don't care. I have to get my precious children from school. I plow them over with my giant backpack and giant coat flapping in the wind.
2:58 p.m. Arrived in car, called the school to tell them I would be late. Driving as carefully and as quickly as I can, I realize there are two policemen going the same way I am. I don't speed, but in my head I'm driving the Indy 500.
3:10 p.m. Arrived late to get the kids. Have phoned a friend to tell her we would be late for play date. The kids aren't mad; they are laughing at my description of how I was running across the TCU campus to come get them.
3:30 p.m. Have baked some cookie dough for snacks for guests. Claire has laid out a spread of healthy snacks. Scrubbed bathroom for freshness, picked up terrible messes that we don't want anyone to see. Accepted that laundry will be seen and that's okay. Doorbell rings.
4:00 p.m. Claire has shut herself in her room with her friend and Paul and his friend are in the hallway frustrated at the secrecy of girls. Paul steps on a clothespin and pinches his foot. He screams unceasingly for 30 minutes. I worry that something is broken because he is never upset like that.
4:20 p.m. I call Adam to tell him Paul is possible injured badly although I can't see where. I hang up with him and call the doctor's office. I leave a message with the on-call nurse. I try to ice Paul's foot. I put a bandaid on it. I distract him while I put a sock on it. I pretend the dog is a doctor inspecting him. I sing cheesy songs. I offer to take him to the vet. None of this stops his crying.
5:00 p.m. The on call nurse phones us. I tell her what happened and during the conversation I realize Paul is running on two feet all throughout the house. He has been healed!
5:10 p.m. Company leaves and I remember Adam won't be home for dinner. I won't be cooking then. We'll get drive through food after bath time. I put Paul in the tub and Claire begins a two-year old meltdown. She is seven. I shut her in her room and make an important phone call.
5:30 p.m. Claire's drama has subsided. Paul is out of tub. Claire gets in tub. I talk with Paul and snuggle him for a few minutes.
6:00 p.m. Both kids are clean and dressed for bed. I snuggle Claire for a few minutes. I let them pick where they want dinner. They pick McDonald's. (Yuck!) I take them there anyway. I try to find the healthiest option for my dinner and settle on Popeye's chicken, which isn't healthy at all, but at least it's not McDonald's.
6:45 p.m. Start reading bedtime stories. Doze off a couple of times, but successfully read about Bad Kitty and Claire's book, which I can't even remember this morning.
7:45 p.m. Kids in bed. Time to clean up the kitchen from the maddening day. Pick up as many messes as I have energy for. Pour myself a glass of wine.
8:50 p.m. Move to the bedroom with my same glass of wine to read. Adam is still at his engineering event. I read and try to stay awake as long as I can.
9:15 p.m. I believe I was snoring at this point and Adam arrived home. We'll get to talk in the morning.
And today I start the cycle over, but instead of tutoring I have church work and instead of an appointment at the Writing Center I have class. Hopefully today won't contain a mortal injury from a clothespin.
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