Split Three Ways

This was one of "those" evenings where each grandchild had an activity...and the two of us responsible for them had activities of our own, which got put aside.  Meg allowed Ryan to choose who he wanted to take him to his soccer game tonight.  He chose Mommy.  (He told me later, "The next time, I'll choose you.")  Thus, I was elected to take Robin to her first Girl Scout meeting of the school year.  I guess Ryan scored three goals (and didn't lack for an audience since both of the other sets of grandparents were there).  Robin had a good time at GS.  When she and I got home, we launched into homework until her mother got home.  Busy evening!

We started the school day with a convocation that lasted 1 1/2 hours--most of first and second periods.  The presenter was interesting...but not to 8th graders...and I couldn't hear half of what he said even though he was wearing a body mic.  I spent most of the time during the convo keeping kids in line.  That tends to spoil things for me. 

The rest of the day went okay, even if I was aware that tomorrow will be a marathon with our yearly Back to School Night for parents.  That will make me tired for the rest of the week...

When I got home this afternoon, I watched a little of Dr. Phil before picking up the children.  Put Robin's bed linen (due to a wet bed) in the washer--which meant folding what was in the dryer and putting the stuff in the washer in the dryer.  (You know how that goes...)  Came home and got the children fed...put the linen in the dryer...got Ryan prepared for soccer and Robin prepared for Daisy Girl Scouts (which meant also preparing the snacks that we were signed up to bring).  When Meg got home, she had barely enough time to grab a sandwich before leaving with Ryan.  Robin and I made a run to the grocery store, then went to her meeting.  After the meeting, "we" did homework.  The pattern seems to be that Robin will have a math paper, a story to read, and (of course) spelling.  I made Robin's lunch for tomorrow.  No one got baths tonight, including Grandma.  Oh, well! 

In the natural order of things, Meg should be married to a man who would care for her and the children.  *I* should be married to someone who would care about my life, and accept my care for his, in return.  I gave up on that long ago!  In the absence of the Perfect Life, Meg and I are eking out a living on our own.  There are probably people who think I do too much.  Those people generally don't have a clue what it takes to take care of two children!  For the record:  I don't do more than I want to do.  Meg is working full time, taking classes, and trying to raise two young children.  What worries me is what will happen when I croak.  At this point, she adds to the income and I add to the home support.  We are doing the best we can. 

Does any of this help with ham radio?  Uh...no.  When and if my computer gets fixed and I can find myself in my own room instead of the living room with Meg's, we'll see if I can get on HF more.  In the meantime, life goes on!