I am always grateful when life gives me an excuse to slow down. Or, rather, when life forces me to slow down.
This semester, I teach all day on Tuesdays. Pretty much the entire time my big girls are at school, I am teaching. Sophia stays at a friend's house (and I keep her kids while she works on Wednesdays) and it is nice to be able to get most of my teaching done in one fell swoop. The problem has been that I also teach a lot on Monday afternoon, so I never really get a chance to clean my house from the weekend until sometime on Wednesday, and I really hate that.
This last weekend my laundry (there's that &*#$ laundry again!) got so out of control it was comical. The pile in my bedroom was higher than the chest of drawers next to the laundry basket, but I just plain didn't have any time to deal with it. Or maybe I just didn't have the emotional strength to deal with it. Whatever. It was a lot of laundry.
And then, at 1:00 on Tuesday morning, Sophia came into my bedroom and proceeded to be sick. I was up for several hours bathing her, dealing with the new laundry she had just created, and helping her make it to the toilet. Poor thing. It became incredibly obvious that I couldn't teach all of my lessons on Tuesday, and that Joel and I were going to have to tag-team between taking care of Babalicious and teaching our classes. The way that worked out for me is that I had to cancel my last 3 lessons of the day, which meant almost 3 hours of found time.
While I fretted a little bit about having to make these lessons up at some point (the worst part of cancelling lessons), I was grateful for the time. Time to cuddle with Sophia, time to vote without rushing and time to get a few things done at home.
Like 9 loads of laundry.