I don’t know about the rest of you but this back to school business is brutal! It’s no small undertaking to transition from the lazy, unscheduled days of summer to the whirlwind of school, band, piano, gymnastics, swimming, packing lunches, and getting to bed on time. This year we have one child in 4th grade and one in 6th grade (first year in middle school). This is the first time in four years that the girls have been in different schools. It is also the first year that both girls have semi-serious athletic pursuits outside of the routine school demands and piano lessons. The juggling of this barely organized chaos is a full time job. Oh wait, I already have a more than full time job. But, no matter. I have made it my personal mission to master this chaos.
If you want a front row seat, much of this chaos happens on Tuesdays and Thursdays between the hours of 3:30 and 5:30. It’s what I fondly refer to as “crunch time”. As in, “All hands on deck, folks! It’s crunch time!” On Tuesday swim practice starts at 4:00. But the lovely folks who run swim practice don’t have kids. Because if they did, they would realize that when school ends at 3:30, it’s pretty difficult to get to practice at 4:00. It’s also difficult to get a child to practice at 4:00 when you work until 6:00. Enter the stay at home dad and the nanny. So my husband picks the swimmer up at school at 3:30. She grabs a snack in the car and heads to practice. My husband then heads home to get dinner ready for our oldest who has practice starting at 6:00. Our nanny picks up the swimmer at 5:00 and brings her home. My husband leaves at 5:30 to take the gymnast across town to practice. (If you are still counting, yes, it takes two people to properly perform “crunch time”.) My husband and I then meet the swimmer back at home and have dinner. Then we do homework, reading, reading logs, homework sign off, etc, etc, etc. At 8:10 I leave the house to pick up my oldest at the end of practice. Unless we need groceries in which case I leave at 7:40 and play the game called “Let’s see how fast we can conquer Costco!” Then we bust a move home, grab a snack, brush teeth and fall into bed. Ahhhh.
Thursdays are slightly better only because it’s early out day. Which is hell if you’re a working mom but, again, enter the stay at home dad and the nanny. (The world is not kind to working moms, by the way. But more on that later). The girls can ride the bus home, take a break and then reenter the practice shuffle. One of the trickiest things for me this year is that my oldest starts practice at 6:00 and ends at 8:30. Which, coincidentally, is her bedtime. Again, coaches without kids. There’s probably a hashtag for that. (Sidenote….my kids have the greatest coaches. They really do. It’s just the practicalities that kill me). So on the nights she has practice she has to eat before I even get home and the rest of us have to eat an hour later. It would be pretty easy to just have her grab something quick and easy like mac and cheese or some peanut butter. But, my girls are cursed by a mom who cares passionately about what they eat. I believe with all my soul that what they eat affects how they feel, how they learn, how they perform as athletes. So, I set about to find a way to feed her good, nutritious, quality meals before practice. Some meals, like bison burgers with veggies are pretty easy to pull off in shifts. I prep her veggies and side dishes the night before and then her dad can grill her a burger a few minutes before she eats. Other nights are trickier.
Enter the beauty of the pre-made individual meal. Over the past two Sundays I have set aside a few hours to make meals for my little gymnast that can be frozen and reheated in a short period of time. I’ve managed to make three helpings of chicken noodle soup, 7 individual chicken pot pies and 9 individual quiche Lorraines. (That’s 19 meals!! So exciting!!) She can reheat them all in about 30 minutes and with the addition of some veggies, have a well rounded meal.
You see, when the %^&$ hits the fan and life gets crazy and chaotic and jumbled and feels out of control, feeding my family good, healthy food helps me feel a little more in control and a little more connected. I can’t physically be there to feed my daughter dinner before practice but I’m with her anyway. I put my heart and soul into making her food and she can feel it and taste it when she eats it. I can love her ahead of time, putting good food for her in the freezer and depositing good feelings in her emotional bank. Food is nourishment, and fuel, and love, and caring. It is a way of connecting us even when we feel scattered. It’s my way of reigning in the chaos a bit, and it works.