Ever have one of those moments when you realize that your day is so stacked with events and errands and appointments that everything must be aligned just so in order to accomplish it all? That, my friends, is where I’m at — trapped in “the Jenga schedule.”
Each entry on the calendar can’t be moved or rescheduled. Each is balanced so precisely that if one appointment runs over, if one train crossing takes too long, or if I make one wrong turn, the whole shebang will just implode like a pile of wooden bricks.
It’s all about sequencing. Every mom I’ve ever met can mentally project a 3D grid of all the times and places she needs to be at any given moment and where she needs to go next. She can map the quickest way to get Child A to Event D, while arranging Child B to play over at Friend E’s house, so that Child C can make his music practice in time. And she can keep tabs on whether Dog has had a walk or is whiling away the hours munching on various hand knit items and whether Husband has a meeting tonight — in which case, the one shot at dinner together has to happen precisely at 5:35 p.m. And at the same time that she is driving a van full of kids and friends and instruments, she is mentally reviewing the contents of the fridge to see if she can actually cobble together that aforementioned dinner without having to visit the grocery store — which there’s no time to do.
See? You’re living the Jenga schedule too, aren’t you?
We’ve had a few shaky blocks already this morning:
- It’s the first day back to school for us after the holiday break, and my oldest son overslept. He made it out the door on time, but I know he hates that rush-rush feeling as much as I do.
- S and I also slept through the alarm. Not a good day for getting up on time./li>
- E’s winter coat ripped on a shopping cart yesterday, and I forgot to fix it until 5 minutes ago. It’s a horrible patch job, but I’m hoping it’ll do.
- I just got a message from a doctor that I have an appointment later on today — an appointment with a doctor I’ve never met, that I know I never made, and that isn’t on the calendar. That one I will be canceling. All it did was cause me to question the schedule for a bit. Belief that I’ve jotted down all appointments on the big joint calendar is the matrix within which our family functions. There is no room for doubt without everything coming apart.
- I’m out of coffee. This may be the shakiest brick of all.
How’s your schedule looking today?