So. I have a shoot at 2. I have to pick up the girls from school at 3:15 (I insisted 2 was not good time, but client was certain her baby would be perfect and we’d be through.)
Then Emily has a birthday party for her best friend at 4:30. I also have a shoot at 4:30.
3:00 Finish shoot.
3:15 Wait in car line to snag girls.
3:30 Dash home.
3:45 Get Emily dressed in “glamorous gown” for “red carpet” party.
4:10 Wait, wait, wait as long as possible to avoid being too early.
4:15 Run her over to party, just a smidgen before party starts. Thankfully in neighborhood.
4:20 Console crying Eliza who thinks she deserves to go to fancy dress party.
4:25 Skid to a stop before my own house. Pray clients not early.
4:30 Do second shoot, involving a bazillion small children (like seven…or eight.)
This might be less stressful if I have Emily ride the bus home. Eliza can stay later.
Then I can have some room to finish shoot and not worry, Emily get off bus, pick up Eliza, get Emily dressed, drop Emily off at party, and do shoot.
No. Not enough time to get Emily dressed.
How about this.
Emily ride bus home. Get her dressed, pick up Eliza at 4. Drive over to party and drop off Emily a bit more early, more time to console upset Eliza, get back at 4:15 and hopefully clients not waiting.
Okay. So now I just have to call the school and notify both teachers I’ve changed the way they go home.
This is the sort of day I’m having.
Don’t get me started about the weekend. It makes this schedule look very very tame.
Irma–so sorry I have to miss your party!
Sean and Tessa–so sorry I have to miss yours too!
It’s not fair, all this stuff happening on top of each other!
Five Christmas parties.
Four shoots with families.
Three upset clients.
Two kid recitals.
One crazy mama.
And a big glass of red wine every day.