I used to absolutely HATE Thursdays.
Thomas has to leave EARLY every Thursday morning to run his team meeting and then he doesn't usually get back til late late late because he has band practice and no offense friends and fans of UY, I love the band, but that was a long day to play circus entertainer to two wild monkeys all by my lonesome. For me at least. I know military wives, single parents, and many others who do much longer hours more frequently than me.
But for us, Thursdays were the day to just get through.
Being away from my home three times a week to teach two classes has changed my outlook significantly.
I don't want to take on "extras". Any of them.
I am finding lately that any chance I get to be with the kiddos, for better or for worse (i.e.- huge tantrum in the middle of the errand swirl we all suffered through this afternoon), is PRECIOUS to me. I just want to be home. All the time.
Even if Thursday gets a little long and blurry:
It's that sit around, stay-at-home, and see them slowly grow-up before your very eyes feeling that I want to savor. Life is happening too quickly all of a sudden and I never want to be "too busy" to nurture and teach because they once looked like this:
and not even that long ago.
Time is flying. I've gotta enjoy every chance I get to be with these fascinating creatures.