6 drop offs/pick ups for school
3 hours engaged in said school runs
1 car dead
2 ubers ordered
6 hours waiting in the Glen Echo parking lot for the car to be revived
1 towtruck called
2 minutes needed to tow the car up the hill and across the street to the service station
6,000 number of dollars needed for the part to repair the engine for said car
0 hours worked for pay
3 Covid tests completed for three children
1 docter’s appointment attended and derobed for
0 docter’s appointments completed…rerobed and departed (see item 1 above)
20 minutes nap dreamed of
0 minutes nap had
12 text messages with 9th grader about impromptu requested plans
1 apple cider donut consumed to deal with stress of said requests
7 homework assignments assigned to Finn
0 homework assignments assigned to Clara or Tatum
Author’s note: This is from Monday a couple of weeks ago. The lag is a decent representation of my inability to keep up with la vie quotidienne. Our beloved car broke for good that day. Sometime maybe I’ll write an ode to that car. I loved it, probably because I spent an exceptional amount of time in it…I currently spend 3 hours a weekday driving. Isn’t that absurd? I could drive to Deep Creek in that much time, and have time to stop at Hill Top on the way.
Real author’s note: This entry was written in honor of Stan Paul. Writing a blog is kind of like spitting into the wind. One never knows if it ever lands, anywhere, at any time, and more likely, it will not land but will come back with a splat on my face because I wrote something embarrassing, if not to me, then definitely to one of my three pigs. However, one time, about ten years ago, I wrote a post that landed. I wrote “My Day by the Numbers” when my children were still in diapers (the number of diapers changed that day was high). Stan told me it made him laugh (in my mind, he “laughed and laughed,” but that might be hyperbole). I never forgot that. It made me so happy to know that my life is as absurd as I think it is. Stan passed away in June. Next I will share some reflections on Stan that I wrote this summer. This too is past due, but I stick by the mantra that late is better than never, and you can’t have a nice figure and nice kids at the same time. Oh wait, that’s a different post.
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