For all those people, I am incredibly grateful and forever in debt.
And still … Having regular, predictable schedules for both of my kids—and having both of them within a mile of home (!!!)—has been absolutely life-altering for me. To illustrate …
What my days used to look like:
- Leave the house with both kids at 8:30 and drive across town to get to Sidamo's school by 9
- Go from Sidamo's school to Greg's mom's house in one of the western suburbs (in the opposite direction of our new house) and drop Nora off there
- Head to a coffee shop to work, arriving around 10.
- Duck into my car for phone meetings. Even in 100-degree weather.
- Leave the coffee shop around 3:30 to get Nora from grandma's and start the trek back east and north to get big brother.
- Drive back home, usually arriving around 5:30.
- Scramble to figure out what to make for dinner.
In contrast, here's what yesterday looked like:
- Left the house of 7:25 to get Nora to school at 7:30. Greg dropped Sidamo off at school before heading to work (easy, since his school is 7 blocks away).
- Got back home at 7:45 and worked until almost 11, when I left to pick up Nora.
- Had a nice lunch with Nora at home, put her down for her nap, and got some more work done.
- Left at 2:55 to pick Sidamo up at 3, and then came home to play and ride bikes with all the neighborhood kids until Greg came home, at which point we ate the delicious baked garden tomato pasta I had prepared earlier during a little work break. Also prepared during little breaks throughout the day: homemade yogurt, bread, and granola.