is it Sunday yet?

This week is knocking me on my ass. I’ve known this week was coming for a while but I consider myself able to handle a lot of hecticness before I cry uncle. I’m not crying uncle now either mind you – but I am so. damn. tired.

Jr. Golf. Basketball Camp. Drama Camp. Cheer Camp. Piano Lessons. Haircuts. Workout schedules. Work. Our schedule this week with various camps and commitments means once I leave the house I’m only home again for approx 90 minutes around lunchtime. (I do come back again for dinner) It’s meant dragging J around in the car far more than his 4-year-old-get-out-and-play body would like. It’s meant having some of the kids eat lunch in 12 minutes while driving between events. And the thing that scares me? I’m pretty sure I’ve got many more weeks like this in my future.

I’ve done next to no laundry. I’m squeezing in work projects whenever I can. And housecleaning? Forget it. Normally I’d be looking forward to collapsing on Friday night with a beer in hand but this week is also my brother-in-law’s wedding. So Friday I’ll be driving the family to the rehearsal dinner, keeping the excitement level high enough for the 4 year old to want to participate (all the kids are in the wedding). Saturday I’ll be getting all three kids ready for the wedding, entertaining them in the loooooong wait between pictures and ceremony – again keeping that 4 year old psyched to wear a tuxedo all afternoon on what I’m really hoping is not a sweltering Saturday in July. Sunday will be tied up with more wedding related obligations – though I’m really hoping to escape with the kids for some tubing on the river. Then Sunday night, after we’re all home, maybe then I’ll collapse.