6:00 a.m. Alarm goes off. (Technically, it is 5:56 because I run my clock exactly four minutes fast. No, that's not weird). Somehow, mysteriously, in the middle of the night, the radio station on the alarm changed to static instead of music. That IS weird.
6:01 a.m. Ignore static, hit snooze button.
6:11 a.m. Alarm goes off again. Turn off alarm. Lie in bed and contemplate the injustice of having to actually get out of bed.
6:35 a.m. Finally out of bed.
6:45 a.m. Treadmill, shower, dress, pull out food from the freezer, throw food in slow cooker. Check on kids. Argue with son whether its ok to have an Eggo again (why or why do I keep buying those?) Check on teenage daughters, knowing they will sleep for another three hours if I let them. Which I pretty much do. Then, for the next 3 hours plus, a whirlwind of things to do.
10:00 a.m. My brain starts the countdown. Student #1 is arriving in two hours. From this point on, I glance at the clock like a million times, thinking about how soon 12 noon is going to get here and my house IS STILL A MESS.
11:00 a.m. Make sure teenage girls are actually moving. Remind them I am going to need their help.
11:15 a.m. Start to clean, get piano lesson space ready. Voice is still calm.
11:35 a.m. Still cleaning, still getting piano lesson space ready. Voice is far less calm.
11:50 a.m. Hoping first student shows up on time and not early. Still cleaning, still getting piano lesson space ready. Voice left calm a long time ago, now strident and painfully desperate. Remind kids that they need to stay off the internet, go play outside, or play in their rooms during lessons.
12 noon p.m. Student is mercifully right on time. Open door with a smile.
12:30 p.m. First lesson is over. Next student arrives. And then the next and then the next.
3:42 p.m. Excuse yourself from your lesson for a moment because you really have to visit the ladies room as well as whisper/shout to the kids upstairs to stop fighting.
5:30 p.m. Look at the clock and am shocked that it has been five hours + since that first student. Surprised, knowing I only have one hour to go.
6:30 p.m. Say goodbye to final student. Shut door and let out a sigh. Its been a good lesson day, but boy, oh boy, am I tired.
6:35 p.m. Kids come bounding out from all the different areas they were hiding in -- whooping and hollering that "lessons are finally over!"
6:36 p.m. Go in the kitchen to check the food in the slow cooker. Looks done. Yep.
7:00 p.m. Hastily ask teenage daughters to set table. Husband arrives home in a few minutes after his hour long commute and we sit at the table.
7:30 p.m. Almost done with dinner, everyone shares highs and lows.
7:45 p.m. The kid with dishes duty is cleaning in the kitchen and I am sitting down to my desk to take care of all the other things I didn't get to that day.
8:45 p.m. Finally join kids on the couch to watch some Everybody Loves Raymond. Laugh for a few minutes and then fall asleep.
9:30 p.m. Jostled awake as kids get ready for bed. Tuck everyone in with prayers and singing.
9:55 p.m. Glance at the clock. Two choices: start working some more now that everyone is in bed or go to sleep. Depending on whether I'm actually taking care of myself or not, choose one or the other.
10:00 p.m. OR 12:30 a.m. (See entry above) In bed, passed out asleep.
Its been a good day. Working from home has HUGE advantages, but also is a different form of stress. The good thing is? I was able to do what I love from my den, and, at least on lesson days, my house gets clean!
Ok your turn to chime in -- how does your piano lesson day go?
Keep track some day of what your lesson days are really like. You'll be glad you did.