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I am really an idiot for not realizing the total ramifications of this until now, but I think I am running into a problem of trying to make karate work.
The problem is the schedule. The dojo schedule I had posted on my kitchen bulletin board is an old one. That wasn't really a issue because the girls' classes were the same on both the old and the new schedule. But my class times are different than I realized they would be.
What it boils down to is that the girls' classes, three days a week, end forty minutes before my class begins. I discovered tonight that it is impossible to get the girls home after their class, serve them dinner and get back in time for my own class.
Monday: the girls 5:40 - 6:20. Me (sparring) 7:00 p.m. (I thought this class was at 7:40.)
It takes a few minutes to get out of the dojo: the girls have to gather their coats and put on their shoes. The drive to the dojo (or back) takes about twelve minutes. I made a crock pot meal tonight, but by the time I got home, dealt with a spill in the refrigerator, and got dinner on the table, class had already started. And not only would I have to drive back, I would have had to get on my sparring gear, which would make me even later to get started.
Wednesday is even worse. The girls' class starts at 5:00 and goes till 5:40. My class is at 6:20. I would have to drop Delia at home (12 minutes), change into my gi (if I didn't have it on already), drive Fiona to the church for confirmation (12 minutes), rush back to the dojo for my class (20 minutes), rush back to pick up Fiona and drive home. Again, not enough time.
Friday would have the same schedule as Monday, except that's the girls' sparring day. So there would be a delay after class for them to get all their sparring gear off and packed away. Again, there wouldn't be time enough to get them home, get dinner served and eaten and get back in time to make class.
There isn't any public transportation that could solve this issue, and Rob is not able to help with any of this carpooling. He doesn't get off work on time, and he is not reliable. I can't take my classes with the girls--they don't mix kids and adults at my dojo, and besides, we are at different belt levels. And I don't want to make them wait for an hour and a half after their own class ends for them to get home and eat dinner. With their homework they don't have time to waste, and they wouldn't be able to wait until 8:00 p.m. to eat dinner when they have to be in bed by 8:30 in order to get up to get out to the bus stop in the morning by 7:00 a.m.
Bottom line? Either I forget about dinner, for either me or the girls, or give up the idea of taking karate. I really don't want to give up the dinner hour--that is just about the only family time we have left.
I guess this means I am not going to be taking karate after all.
shit.
Well, there's one good thing: I won't have to clean the dojo now.
Edited to add: I don't think I'm looking for advice right now. Just commiseration, I guess.
Edited to add again: I am really REALLY miserable over this. I mean, I'm in tears over it. I wanted it so badly.
It'll be a year before the girls change classes. They're going to be in this class until they pass their black belts.
The problem is the schedule. The dojo schedule I had posted on my kitchen bulletin board is an old one. That wasn't really a issue because the girls' classes were the same on both the old and the new schedule. But my class times are different than I realized they would be.
What it boils down to is that the girls' classes, three days a week, end forty minutes before my class begins. I discovered tonight that it is impossible to get the girls home after their class, serve them dinner and get back in time for my own class.
Monday: the girls 5:40 - 6:20. Me (sparring) 7:00 p.m. (I thought this class was at 7:40.)
It takes a few minutes to get out of the dojo: the girls have to gather their coats and put on their shoes. The drive to the dojo (or back) takes about twelve minutes. I made a crock pot meal tonight, but by the time I got home, dealt with a spill in the refrigerator, and got dinner on the table, class had already started. And not only would I have to drive back, I would have had to get on my sparring gear, which would make me even later to get started.
Wednesday is even worse. The girls' class starts at 5:00 and goes till 5:40. My class is at 6:20. I would have to drop Delia at home (12 minutes), change into my gi (if I didn't have it on already), drive Fiona to the church for confirmation (12 minutes), rush back to the dojo for my class (20 minutes), rush back to pick up Fiona and drive home. Again, not enough time.
Friday would have the same schedule as Monday, except that's the girls' sparring day. So there would be a delay after class for them to get all their sparring gear off and packed away. Again, there wouldn't be time enough to get them home, get dinner served and eaten and get back in time to make class.
There isn't any public transportation that could solve this issue, and Rob is not able to help with any of this carpooling. He doesn't get off work on time, and he is not reliable. I can't take my classes with the girls--they don't mix kids and adults at my dojo, and besides, we are at different belt levels. And I don't want to make them wait for an hour and a half after their own class ends for them to get home and eat dinner. With their homework they don't have time to waste, and they wouldn't be able to wait until 8:00 p.m. to eat dinner when they have to be in bed by 8:30 in order to get up to get out to the bus stop in the morning by 7:00 a.m.
Bottom line? Either I forget about dinner, for either me or the girls, or give up the idea of taking karate. I really don't want to give up the dinner hour--that is just about the only family time we have left.
I guess this means I am not going to be taking karate after all.
shit.
Well, there's one good thing: I won't have to clean the dojo now.
Edited to add: I don't think I'm looking for advice right now. Just commiseration, I guess.
Edited to add again: I am really REALLY miserable over this. I mean, I'm in tears over it. I wanted it so badly.
It'll be a year before the girls change classes. They're going to be in this class until they pass their black belts.
