THURS: 2:15am ish: DH comes home. He left for work 6:30 yesterday morning, is running on caffeine and turns on the lights to read. I am very sleepy. 4am: beeper goes off, he showers and heads back to the hospital. I am very sleepy. 5:30: drag my sleepy self out of bed. Coffee. 6am: wake kiddos and the mayhem begins 7: DH calls, done with work. He's off to the airport to fly (his plane) to a day of meetings for his new part-time for-fun second job, hour flight each way. 7:30: Drive DD1 and DD2 to their respective schools 8: wildfire smoke has lifted slightly, decide to take a chance and walk a couple of loops around the park next to elementary school. I'm so sick of being stuck inside. 8:30: "Conditioning for Dancers" at the studio. I'm seeing a lot of improvement in my form lately. W00t! Stupid L hamstring is still tight. 9:30: head home, stretch, get cleaned up, do housework, practice a bit, eat, back to studio 12-1:40: double lesson w the pro I compete with. Had fun playing with new technique from lesson w coach on Tues. Dancing felt good! Get changed, mad dash to girls' schools to pick them up early so we can make it to orientation at son's new school at 2:30. Find his home room and leave him to it. Girls and I head to the multipurpose room, look through used uniforms (no luck). Look around the room and notice this school is crawling with all the high-maintenance moms I've disliked from years of preschool/ballet/gymnastics/etc. Just shoot me. Friends with kids at that school are all at work. Listen to peppy mom talk about how excited she is about PTA. Strongly consider volunteering my MIL. > 3:15 DS is released from orientation, is excited about school! Kids dive into the ice cream line. Chat with a friend. (Phew) 3:30 outta there, off to ballet. DD1 realizes she left her violin at school and can't practice over the 4 day weekend. Drama ensues. Kick myself for not noticing. Get DD2 changed and into 4pm class on time Write notes from my lesson, DD1 changes and goes into 4:30 class Outta there, drop DS at piano for lesson at 5, head back to ballet. DH calls, safe on the ground, plane tucked in, suggests going out to dinner. Yes please!! DD2 is already out of class when I arrive, get her changed 5:30 DD1 gets out of class, try to get her to change quickly instead of socializing. Right. 5:50 get back to piano just as DS finishes 6:10 arrive at brewpub. DH already has a table. Silly, but I've really missed him. Sit, and all three kids start crying. Really? 8, 10, & 13. Oh yes, ice cream in the middle of a busy afternoon doesn't work particularly well... Yummy dinner, DH tells me all about his exciting meetings, I bore him going on and on about dance. Home, get kiddos in bed at 8:30, then we both crash hard. I actually sleep through the night!