What was I thinking?

When we discussed if my husband should go to this trip last week, I was thinking, well, easy-breasy, no problem, I'll handle it with grace... What was I thinking? Clearly, I was in denial...

Actually, I knew my husband was taking care of Princess homeworks and piano practice and getting her busy during weekend... And I minimized in my calculation the time it would take me to tackle everything. Bad planning, really!

I thought about being a single mom during first year and how it wasn't so bad, and I figure that it wouldn't be different... Wrong! During that first year, my husband was home every weekend, he took care of the homework and was responsible for her the whole weekend. I cannot study while being disturb every 3 minutes for a question, a lunch, or anything else (pick a choice, a 8 years old have endless ideas).

I can't imagine having to do the homework with a kid who have difficulties in school. We struggle with Princess, mostly because she finds it boring and she second-guess every thing we ask her to do... but I can't complain, because they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree :-) I am very ready for her to understand that what takes the most time is for her to negotiate not doing it and having to do it anyway (15 minutes to complain, 3 minutes to do, I'll let you do the math).

So, between the piano lesson, the musical theory lesson, the ballet class, the piano practice every day (ok, maybe I am not as thorough as I should, but I don't loose sleep on that), following up on a piece of equipment for the hot tub that should have been here three weeks ago, getting the hot tub repaired and re-started (Thanks Dad! most fantastic Dad ever!), following up with the insurance company for our claim on water-damage, trying to make sure everything is fixed before winter (and you know, I believe Jon Snow: winter is coming!)... I am exhausted and I haven't even started working on school stuff.

On a good note, we have fantastic mom-daughter time and I really appreciate how she has become this fantastic, autonomous little person. I find it amazing the road she travelled since we moved here. One day, I even believe she will be a completely adequate adult (ok, let's face it, she is spoiled but she is so fantastic, it doesn't matter, does it?)

Well, you know what? I know I'll get through it and I'll survive. And for now, breathe in breathe out and repeat...