When I do workshops, I always like to have a few people track a week ahead of time. The goal is to see how people in a particular organization spend their hours, so I can make my presentation as useful as possible. Curiously, some people charged with doing this simply do not track their weekends. They’ll track the whole work week, and even put stuff in that they probably don’t intend for public consumption (sex, bathroom breaks — meaning it’s not that they’re really worried about privacy) but they don’t do the weekend. It’s like the whole idea of tracking a weekend seems wrong.
I get it. BUT…weekends are a big part of life. If you work a normal full-time job, the bulk of your leisure time and/or family time will occur on the weekend. Knowing where this time goes can help people maximize the fun stuff and minimize the not-fun stuff. Tracking the weekend can also remind people that they have leisure time, which can go a long way toward changing any woe-is-me stories.
Anyway…I went to bed last night by 11:30. Here’s how today went:
6:00 – heard 2-year-old. He quieted down so I went back to sleep.
6:30 – heard him again. Husband got up and bought the whole season of Blaze from Amazon. No commercials. Back to bed.
7 – 2-year-old tired of Blaze and went to wake 6-year-old up. Miraculously, she was OK with this, and they played happily for half an hour, during which I continued to sleep.
7:30 -8 – up for good. Helped 6-year-old read the 2-year-old a story. She did so well at it! She was sounding out the words, including tough ones like “notice.”
8-8:45 – back to visit Daddy for a family snuggle. There were children crawling all over us. I think I dozed again for about 5 minutes in there.
8:45-9:15 – made and ate family breakfast. French toast, bacon, freshly ground coffee, etc. Yum.
9:15-9:37 – helped get 10-year-old, 6-year-old, and 2-year-old out the door with my husband for haircuts, a museum visit, fish-purchasing, etc. I got into my running clothes.
9:37-9:52 – ran 1.5 miles on treadmill. I wanted to run more but I had places to be.
9:52-10:15 – quickly got ready, got 8-year-old ready, and got in the car.
10:15-11 – drove to Pottstown, PA
11-3:30 – epic wrestling meet. My son had 5 matches — which the coach apologized for and said would never happen again — and many of them were quite hard. These were really rough opponents, but one time in particular I noticed that even when my kid was almost pinned, and there was really no way he could win, he would refuse to put his shoulders down. The opponent had to keep pushing the whole minute. He got scraped up, he had two matches back-to-back, he was exhausted. But he toughed it out. He didn’t even get upset about losing 4 of 5 matches. I was so proud of him. I was also an anxious wreck trying to count seconds through these matches. If anyone reading this is a wrestling parent, you know what I’m talking about. Watching your small child in hand-to-hand combat is not for the squeamish. Anyway, this was emotionally fraught, but he was wrestling for a grand total of 15 minutes out of 4.5 hours. So I did 3 hours of work and read on and off for the other 90 minutes. (Winter, by Ali Smith. Not really enjoying it).
3:30-4:30 – drove home, stopping to get gas along the route.
4:30-5 – met “Cuddles,” the new clown fish, unpacked. Husband took off to do random errands (and I assume get some alone time after having 3 of 4 children all day). I tried to wrap the 2-year-old’s birthday presents but he wouldn’t leave me alone. Gave him my phone. Worked like a charm.
5-5:35- got into running clothes, and got back on the treadmill for another 2.5 miles, bringing my total for the day to 4 miles.
5:35- 5:50 – wrote up log entries (that is, this post).
5:50 – 6:50 – wrapped presents, puttered around vaguely looking at magazines, cracked open a beer. Basically waited for my husband to get home with the pasta so I could cook kids dinner. Eventually I plated all the fruits and vegetables, started water boiling for pasta, etc.
6:50-7:20 – he came home, we put away groceries, put the pasta in the boiling water, and sat down with the kids while they had dinner.
7:20-7:45 – watched Blaze with 2-year-old
7:45-8 – read 2-year-old stories and put him to bed.
8 – now watching the Eagles play (taped from earlier start) and making chicken wings and nachos. Time to relax!
How was your Saturday?
Photo: The coaches write the kids’ match numbers on their hands so they can remember. Five is a lot!