My time is everyone else's time. . .I want me time.

So, I have been a very very bad blogger because every time I have a moment to myself I am too tired to move my fingers, let alone get my mind to form complete sentences.

And here is why:

Every weekday I get up at 5 am and get ready for work. I leave the house at 7am after getting the girls ready, which I couldn't do with out Jenna's help, but that is a different blog.

Work my 8 hours which is the easy part. And now the fun begins:

After work depending on the day I either go straight to Providence and sit outside the dance school and wait for Jenna to get done with dance or I go home and make dinner, then leave for Providence and wait for Jenna to be done dancing. This child literally dances every single day of the week.

Mondays 4-6:30, home at 7pm this is our early night, yay!!
Tuesday 7-8:30, don't come home after bringing her down since 30 minutes one way makes it utterly ridiculous to come home, just to turn around.
Wednesday 6:30-8:30, yay another night that I get home at 9pm
Thursday 3:30 - 7:00, seriously the 3:30 was hard to arrange, but more about that when I write about Jim
Fridays 5:00 - 7:00 and one would think that is it, but no we have more
Saturdays to earn her scholarship to this prestigious dance school that is pretty much ruining my life she has to "teach" a class from 1-2
and on Sundays. . .well there is Nutcracker rehearsal.

In between all this I have to do the laundry and make the food for the family to eat. Those are my two all the time jobs. So often by the time I make it to bed it's nearly midnight. I walk around all day in a constant state of forgetfulness because I am so damn tired.

And there is Josie's schedule to deal with. . .but that is yet another post.

I know, I know. The inclination is to say, "cut back her activities". But there are two problems with that.

1. Cutting her back. . .well she loses the scholarship and we can't pay for it any other way.
2. Every time I tell her she can't dance (except for the occasional night off) and the crying jag is unbearable. And it's not worth it.

She loves dancing and I love being able to give it to her. But sitting outside a ballet school in downtown Providence, RI (safe area thankfully) in a dark cold car isn't what I want in me time. I want a comfy couch, a warm cup of tea or coffee and a tv by my side. ahhhhhhh, to dream. One day I will have a weekend with no activites and I can just do NOTHING!!