86400 Seconds in a day… Time is so relative.

I thought with all my kids in school this year (the first time my home has ever been so empty during the day) I would have all theis free time to do stuff. What I should have been thinking is when am I going to have time to do all this stuff with my kids.

When indeed.

My amazing husband (he truly is) wakes up with our brood around 7AM. He gets them ready because he works odd hours and mostly only sees them in the morning.I get to pretend I am still sleeping for the next 30 – 60 minutes. Pretend is the key word here. It works, I swear. They get dressed and get something to eat and are off to school around 8AM. Usually by about 7:30 I am checking FML from my phone, and maybe my gmail too. Then I roll over and do some work (like checking my fifty million other email accounts in a search for work to do). This is easy because my laptop is set up on a barstool next to the bed. Yep, I don’t even get vertical to check my mail. I know you’re jealous. Truth be told, I am usually vertical and moving by the time they get out the door.

The we get to run errands. To the food store. To the post. To the bank. To the gym. To the salon (it’s totally an errand). To wherever something needs dropping off or buying. This usually takes all morning, so it’s noon by the time we’re back home. Wow. Where did my free time go? 14,400 seconds gone to errands. Now SuperMan my husband is off to work. I’ll see him again around 9 or 10.

I have an hour to myself. A whole hour! 3600 seconds! Every one is precious.

Do I sweep? Do I mop? Do laundry? Dishes? Or am I truly decadent and claim each and every of those 3600 seconds for my own and blog or websurf or draw or go take photos of the grass in the backyard growing? Decisions decisions. I’ve wasted hundreds of seconds just deciding what to do before. I try to avoid that now.

Crap! It’s 2 already? Off to the carpool line, where I sit for 30 minutes (1800 seconds!) so I am at the front of the line and I can get the boys by 2:40 at the latest and be at the girl’s school by 2:45 and then home by 3. I’ve just lost an hour to ten minutes worth of actual kid picking up time. At least I can read or pay bills or write fluff pieces like this while I’m waiting in the car.

So now it’s 3. Homework time. Not exactly fun time with the kids if you know what I mean. We’ve already done the “How was your day?” “Fine.” Q&A session in the car. Now it’s time to whine over homework and reading. Once a week we toss dance class in (3:30 – 4:30), twice a week we toss therapy in (4 – 6) and twice a meek MMA (5 – 6). I never see my kids anymore. We never have real time to craft. From what I understand, it just gets worse. I believe it. Next year we’ll have two dance classes to squeeze in there, plus therapy and whatever else they decide to do.

I’ve declared Sunday “TURN IT OFF” day. We find things to do that do not need electricity. Or at least try to. Sometimes we wind up in the car headed somewhere, but hey, we’re not at home watching TV, gaming, or whatever.

All this leads me back to “when do I get to play with my kids?” I miss them. At least when they were home we had tons of time to hang out. Now, not so much. I decided to share some quick crafts to squeeze into busy days. They might be a bit “young” for some of your kids, but really, I think they appeal to all ages in one way or another. Let’s pretend dinner will make itself and that bathes are already done and we have all of those 86,400 seconds left to enjoy each others company. Nothing is more important than showing a child, by the actions you take, that they are more important than anything else.

Make an Origami Sailboat | Make an Autumn Tree | Pick up almost any Halloween CraftBook from the library. I am fond of “Matthew Mead Halloween Tricks and Treats” and “A Frightful Cookbook – Ghoulish Goodies” by Sharon Bowers and almost any seasonal craftbook really. We do not have re-print permissions, so I don’t want to lift their ideas directly. Some general ideas include:

  • making cupcakes with spider webs on top (I like Nigela Lawson’s Fairy Cake recipe for cupcakes)
  • making paper jack o’lanterns and hanging them in the house
  • making lady fingers
  • making Halloween masks
  • Oh the list goes on and on. I wouldn’t be so focused on Halloween but… tis the season and it’s my favourite! I expect my kitchen will get a work out in the coming weeks, and my kids will too. Cooking is also a great way to teach difficult concepts such as fractions and converting measurements as well as easy things like simple counting. It also gives kids a sense of accomplishment and there is something yummy left at the end!

post – another from November

Lift me up
Show me the world
Hand it to me
Let me be it’s keeper
Lift me up
I shall support you
You supported me
Gave me legs
Lift me up

Tears

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—And whether pigs have wings.”

I can never do anything but cry when I hear that. It doesn’t help that I associate it with death – it was the first thing to come to mind when my mom died. It’s the post I made about it.

I’m cleaning out my emails (yes, I have stored email from 200 and freaking 5) and I save some… others it’s time to get rid of. But that post, I have replies to that post and it still moves me.

Bleeding Memories

The past catches up with the present
When will the future catch up with the past?
Fully wishing for one thing when another thing
happens
All my heart bleeds into one puddle
while a river washes dry.
Washing away the past
eroding it’s features till the memories fade too
Wishing for a ghost to remember your name
Wishing for a memory to tuck you in at night
Waiting for a wish that will never come true

let me out

Circle me
bind me
tighter
tighter still
Keep me in a cage
deny me nothing
deny me everything
Ever the giver
Push it back
push it back
push it back
Don’t forget
Give it to me
Such a tease
Focus elsewhere
Focus is gone
Wings beat against the cage door
Screaming at the captor
let me out
let me out
Take your gifts
The one I wanted I cannot have