I love being busy. I thrive on having stuff to do. I get despondent when I have too much time and nothing to fill it with. This tends to mean I live life on the edge of crazy as far as time management goes.
I knew today was going to be a whopper.
And I was equal parts excited and nervous.
There's a great onomatopoeia for that- doki doki waku waku.
Anyway, as I explained to Meg on the way into the city this morning (I'm a big believer in forewarned is forearmed with the girls and spend quite a bit of time explaining the day's schedule each morning.) today we had:
Cooking class from 10-12:30. This month it was cooking with mummy and the kids who usually play (supervised!) in the other room while we cook were invited in to make pizza scrolls and choc chip cookies. Seven mums and their kids and me and my trusty assistant-for-the-day Meg.
After a frantic double speed cleanup we would head back to Azusagawa via 7-11 for a rice ball lunch and I would teach my adult class 1:45-2:45 while Meg chilled in the tv room with the two babies that are looked after while I teach. 3:00- 3:45 Meg would join in the kinder English class as an assistant teacher/ big sister role and then we'd fly across the road to pick up Amy from kinder and be at the community centre by 4:10 to teach the mummy and me phonics circle until 5:00.
There were so many variables and so many chances for the day to seriously derail itself not the least of which being so much relying on Meg's stamina at enduring a long work day. She chose to come along today rather than go to holiday care though. Something about making pizza scrolls and choc-chip cookies followed by eating a shop rice ball me thinks...
And you know what? We survived. We more than survived. We rocked it. Meg was a fabulous sous chef and miracle of miracles spoke to me all in English for the entire class. I think I need to open a cooking school to keep up her English at this rate! The food was yummy and everyone loved it. Then Meg put away dishes not just for my station but two other tables as well when the combination of kilos of chocolate and too tired toddlers took effect.
Said our goodbyes and raced to the store where we decided on our purchases in record time (we don't eat a lot of take-out so the girls tend to choose their shop rice balls like they are deciding on the one food item they will eat exclusively for the rest of their lives) and she settled in for the afternoon at the Azusagawa school. She did her homework during my adult class (un-prompted!) and then had the perfect mix of playfulness and kindness in the kinder class. She played all the games with them and allowed weaker kids to win without it being obvious. I was impressed as I hadn't even said anything about that.
The last class was a dream too and Meg settled down and did her workbook without once complaining that I walked away from her (it's a bit rough- everyone else has their mum there to help out and Meg gets about 12% of my time...) This rubbed off on Amy who broke her English circle strike and stopped lolling on the floor and actually sat up and cracked a book for the first time this month so it was celebrations all around there.
We finally got home eight action packed hours after we left to find the baking sun had parched all the flowers and the new seedlings in the veggie garden as well. So we tireless troopers got out the watering cans and got stuck into it with much silliness and frivolity mixed in. Finishing up with a grand finale of trying to play skipping ropes with two people holding the rope and one jumping for the first time. This was actually quite funny as Amy lacks the rhythm for both swinging the rope in time and jumping in time. Meg and I can do either but we can only do one job at a time.
Oh well. Double dutch is a far flung dream but a fun time was had by all and that's what made it such a great day.
Hmmmm, maybe today wasn't an 'I survived today' day so much as a 'I thrived today!' one.
It certainly kicked ass anyway.