Somnambulism Seems Easier
My weekday schedule is something of a failed attempt at ye olde work/home life balance:
7AM — wake, shower, dress
7:30AM—head to office (stopping at post office M&Th)
7:45AM–10AM—work
10:20AM–1PM—childcare for Emile/work out/run errands/housekeeping
1PM–3:30PM—work
3:45PM–4:50PM—write (a.k.a. suck down a latte and try to think)
4:55PM—pick up Susanne
5PM—home/make supper/childcare for Emile/pick up 17,238 small toys/crash on couch to a stupid show like House Hunters
If it’s swim class night, spend one full hour packing a diaper bag, wrestling Emile into a swim diaper, heading to gym pool, splashing for 30 minutes with Emile, wrestling Emile out of a wet bathing suit, driving home, getting Emile to bed. If it’s not swim class night, trying to make and eat dinner and clean up while Emile plays, gets a bath, and asks to read 3,844 different books that you’ve already read more than 98,000 times so far (plus or minus 100). Read More…
