Okay, so this week was my first "full-time" week at my new job. Even though my contract says I am paid to work 20-25 hours a week, it really is a full-time job. Not only do I have to get established and organized (which entails a lot in itself - cleaning the training room, inventory, ordering supplies, paperwork and computer entry, coaches meetings, educating coaches, parents and athletes on cuncussions, heat illness, etc.), nearly every sport has two-a-day practices and I have to take care of all of them! Can we say OVERWHELMING!? Oh, and some sports even started with games this week! It's crazy.
And that is just my job. Danny also got called into work this week, AND we have kids! I'm trying to keep nursing Tolson, so that threw in another curve ball with having to make sure I eat, drink and pump regularly in order to keep the milk in. Ahhhh! It's been non-stop.
Well, the good news is, I, or rather, we survived the week. Here's how it went down:
Last weekend, we went to So. Utah for our last hoorah before school and work consume our lives for the next 10 months. We left on Thursday. On Wednesday, I found out about a new rule on concussions that is going into effect this year and that I have to single-handedly educate EVERY coach, athlete, and parent about it. So, on the way down to So. UT, I'm frantically calling all my coaches trying to set up these meetings before sports really gets rolling. I got a hold of... ONE. Football. He very seriously responds, "oh, ya, that is really important, lets get together Monday right after practice."
So, reading this, you may be thinking, "ya, so, what's the big deal?" Well, practice on Monday is at 7AM. I barely found out about this thing and thus, dont even know what it is myself, I have no time to prepare, and I now have to present this to my entire football coaching staff first thing Monday! And I'm suppose to be leaving town and work behind to have a relaxing weekend with family!? Ha! STRESS!!
I had to work very, very hard that weekend to put it out of my mind enough to have some fun and yet still find some time to prepare. Ugg. So much for relaxing.
So, Monday:
I'm nervous. Tired. "Unprepared".
To be honest, I don't even remember all the details from day to day this past week because my schedule went something like this - FB practice, 7am. This means waking up at 5:30AM (after hitting snooze for 15 minutes cuz I just woke up with the baby sometime between 3:30 & 5), shower, get dressed in the dark, make-up & hair, quick breakfast, feed baby or pump, hope Azilyn doesn't wake up to cry on my leg, trying not to wake Danny, throw 4 different bags in the car, speed off to work 15 min away.
Rush to set up for practice, take care of injuries (for the next 3 hours straight), done by 10am. Rush back home to relieve Danny so he can go to work. Feed baby. Eat 2nd breakfast. Make lunch for Azilyn. Put Azilyn down for nap. Feed baby again. Take a nap myself, study about injuries, or other misc business such as set up physicals, order supplies, dr. appts & other personal errands.
Back to work for practice #2 or game (2:30-6). Clean up at work. Come home to kids and try to forget work. Danny goes back to work til dark. I make dinner, invite myself to dinner at neighbor's, or scourge fridge & feed kids. Bathe kids. Bedtime routine. Study some more. Go to bed exhausted about 10-11pm. Feed baby 1-2x/night. Wake up and start again! Great fun.
It's surprising I actually want to go back and do it again next week!
Injury Report for week one:
3 concussions,
1 sprained thumb,
3 groin strains,
1 shoulder impingement
4 various knee issues (minor)
1 spastic back
5+ ankle sprains
2 shin splints
dehydration muscle cramps, and
a call to 911 - for asthma
(could we put this to a song? 12 Days of Christmas maybe?)
Needless to say, it was a long week!
Do it again, do it again, one more time!
School starts in two weeks, but first, another long week of 2-a-days, games and more!!!
I love my job.
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You are handling this so well! Congrats on the job and kudos to you for not losing your cool. I admire you and miss ya!
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