"This is the song that never ends.
It goes on and on my friends.
Someone started singing it not knowing what it was,
and they'll continue singing it forever just because,
(then repeat back at top) "
I've had this childhood song stuck in my head all day today. But I changed the lyrics a little.... to "this is the day that never ends". Seriously. Longest. Day. Ever.
Tuesdays are our "early" days. Lexi has band at 7:45, so the kids and I all leave the house at 7:30. Lexi goes to band, Jake eats breakfast at school then has extra football time before school, the little girls go to daycare and I get an early start on my work day. We've only been in this routine for a couple of weeks, but I've already gotten used to it and even plan my day around getting to work by 8:00.
I should know better. Why do I set myself up for failure? I planned to leave for an out of town story at 7:45 this morning. I got to work at 7:48 (not too bad, considering I got four kids and myself ready and to our different destinations all by myself) It was 8:17 before we actually left on that shoot. There was a miscommunication between my photographer and me. It was not a big deal. The story was flexible and actually turned out better than I planned.
But, I never got those 29 minutes back. In fact, I have spent the rest of the day making up for those 29 minutes. I crammed more "stuff" into my day than should ever be allowed. I went on to shoot another story, picked the little girls up from daycare, the big kids from school, took Jake to football, shot another story, picked Jake up from football, cooked supper, cleaned the kitchen, gave Lizzy and Morgan a bath, helped Lexi with homework, put Morgan to bed (twice, mind you) put Lizzy to bed...the list goes on. And still, I find myself thinking of all the the things I didn't get done today.