My Day: Time Flies in My House

I dread the alarm clock. I really do. When every day is filled with exhaustion, the jarring sounds it screams become something that I loathe, especially at 5:30 a.m. Snooze times two, and I'm out of bed to prepare for my day.

Coffee is a necessity, doubly so when I have my children which is 50 percent of the time. The sound of the coffee maker is something that I look forward to. It almost negates the buzzing of my wake-up call.

After downing two cups then getting showered and dressed, it is time to wake up my four and six year old. Frozen pancakes for breakfast, uniform ironed for one, regular clothes for the other, and hair brushing consume the next hour until departure.

And then we're off. First stop is pre-school with kindergarten a close second. Now my children are safe and secure in their perspective learning environments.

It's been an hour and a half since I left my apartment, when I finally pull into work. The next eight hours seem to fly, until it's 5 p.m., and it's time to drive almost an hour to school. Unfortunately, driving consumes a large portion of my life. I'd much rather be sleeping. But it's my last semester and that diploma is calling.

I'm in school until 9 p.m., and then I head the 60 miles back home to prepare my children's lunches and grab our clothes for tomorrow before I go to my mother's house to crash there for the evening. Because it's 11:15 p.m. when I arrive, the kids and everyone else are sleeping, and I soon join in.

Although my days are extremely hectic, I find that many of the things that are on my agenda are meaningful. I appreciate that grad school is only one night a week, and that I learn so much about a subject that is fascinating. I appreciate my career. Not only do I work with amazing people, I also get to make a positive impact on university students. And most of all I appreciate being able to raise my children. Although our weeks fly, the punk-rock dance parties, movie nights, and hugs and kisses make the craziness all worthwhile.

Don't get me wrong; I sure do enjoy the weekends when there is a semi-calm atmosphere around my life. But it just wouldn't be the same if things were toned down.