Sunday, September 14, 2008

Sleepy dude...

Here I sit, blogging & listening to my iPod & watching the halftime show of the Jets game, while The Boy sleeps and my wife works in the kitchen. I have no problem with this arrangement, but I am - at heart - an absolute chauvinist. To be fair, I did work today: I sang mass (and played a little bit of saxophone, which was fun) and ran some stuff to my father's house before watching The Boy while my wife went to a youth orchestra rehearsal. The Boy and I went for a walk in this oppressive heat, mostly because I wanted to get out of the house in a non-work-related trip.

Tonight, I have to make a couple of telephone calls that are work-related and several that aren't. I will apologize to those that have called me and not received a timely call back. I figured out that my basic school week (8:00 to 3:00) is 35 hours - pad 2 hours of work time at the beginning of the day, which is pre-work prep time. Dapper Dans is 6:30 to 10:30, with travel; church choir is 6:45 to 10:15, with travel. Marching band is 3:00 to 6:30, with setup, four days per week (that's 14 hours), plus all day Saturdays - this Saturday was 10 to 6. That's 64 hours this week, not counting unanticipated work stuff. Next week is different - Friday is a football game, which means I'm not getting home until 10 o'clock or so, and Saturday's competition means, roughly, a 10 to 10 day. Then again, Thursday is The Boy's MRI day, which means I'm playing hookey from marching band and perhaps choir, depending on his state of mind.

It could be worse, don't get me wrong. I love my job so far - band kids are the best kids in any school, without exception. Even the "bad" band kids are still interesting and creative young people, and my two choruses are more interesting and more challenging than they were 12 months ago. It's just very, very hard to be away from my wife and my sick baby for so long every day. I want to be there with him, and with her. I want to help out as much as possible. Plus, when I'm home, I'm so tired that I don't want to do much more than sit down and watch tv or something similarly engaging!

On the fun side, I start to see my own single-minded stubbornness in The Boy. As those who know me will attest, I have a tendency to get focused on one thing to the exclusion of all else. This can be good, or it can be really, really bad, depending on what (or whom) is the result of the focus. I notice that with him: when he decides that he wants something or someone, he will move heaven and earth to get it and scream his frustration to the heavens when he can't. With luck he will learn the restraint that I have never been able to learn; my wife's sensible type A-ness is a good thing. My "hell or high water" type A-ness can be destructive. Time will tell.

All right. I've procrastinated long enough. At least this was a good day for my teams: Yankees won (Derek Jeter tied Lou Gehrig for most hits at Yankee Stadium in a career, 7 games before The Stadium closes its doors forever) and Giants won a laugher over the St. Louis Lambs.

2 comments:

Paul D. Keiser said...

Could be worse, you could NOT haver the band stuff in the schedule. Income aside, I'be been without any fall band obligations for the past 2 years (out of the oast 20), and I'm going nucking futs!

Git's in yer blood, like barbershop harmony, drum corps, and small pox.

Paul D. Keiser said...

Holy friggin' typos, Batman...
Damn chubby fingers....