Monday Recovery

We always have too much going on over the weekends. From Friday night to Sunday night, we have yard work, Kumon, drama class, church, extended family gatherings, drums, swim, and general clean up. Often, there’s running practice or a track meet in there, too.  And some sort of college standardized test. Last weekend, it was the New SATs. Next, it’s the ACT. Driving practice, too —  don’t forget that.

It’s the standard suburban pressure cooker. We try reeaallllyyyyy hard to not do all those things. We know that it’s all crazy and it’s making everyone miserable. And who really gives a shit whether you’ve weed wacked the grass around the trees?

But then we cave in and keep doing shit. We need to hire a landscaper or something. I hear it’s really cheap. My buddy says she pays $15 to get her whole lawn done. But Steve says that he likes to get his steps in and bond with the other guys in the neighborhood as they whack their weeds.

Yes, I meant it to sound that way.

I have one more article to finish, but it’s killing me. I’m burned out and need a couple months off. I have to line up two more interviews, and then I can bang it out it in a day, but I’m dragging it out. I’ll get to it tomorrow.

Last week’s article about drama class for autistic kids was really fun to do — anybody involved with special education is about ten times nicer than the average person.

I write a special ed piece every six months or so. I can’t write too much, because only people with kids with special needs read those articles. Still, they do tend to get some traffic, because those special ed parents and grandmas ALWAYS link to it on Facebook and there are lots of organized groups that like to have that information. Those articles tend to start off slow, but then pick up steam. This one did.

After I finish an article and it show shows up on the Atlantic website, I have the terrible habit of monitoring it’s progress. I hover on Twitter and other websites checking out how many times people like it or forward it and what they are saying. It’s a HUGE waste of time. As Ian would say, I’m a time-waste-ier. I don’t have access to the analytics, which is a GOOD thing. I would totally get sucked into that data.

I’m drained, because in addition to the usual KumonTrackChurchYard stuff and in addition to writing and my time-waste-ier habits, we’re trying to find a new school for Ian and planning out the college tour schedule for the summer. We’re putting in a lot of heavy hours of work. But I think, we’re just a week or two away from getting things lined up and finishing that article.

6 thoughts on “Monday Recovery

  1. My phone broke so I lost all of my data on how many steps I had been taking. Also, all the pictures, but I can take more of those. I’ll never be able to count steps in 2015 again.


    1. That’s what people told my parents, but it really doesn’t seem they did. They just waited for the dog to die and then started traveling.


  2. Hmm, as empty nesters, we have found plenty of substitute busy-ness in the way of home improvement, self-improvement, community improvement etc.

    One of our forms of substitute busy-ness is hosting a church discussion group, which, because of our location, near Columbia, and the fact that we serve dinner, has a lot of students. They turn over from year to year, so it’s a perpetually changing cast of surrogate children, who never get any older.


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