What is it? Hmmm. I've been thinking about this a lot this week. My "new year" resolutions have really gotten me thinking about a lot of things.
One of my resolutions was to get on a new schedule and the very next one was to bring more peace into the house.
Yesterday I woke up at 6, followed my new "me" schedule; Shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Brush hair. Coffee. Read bible. Journal. Wake up Sam. Take him to the bus. Breakfast. Chores.
Then I was done. And it was 8:45. My house was clean. MY HOUSE WAS CLEAN people.
Lucy needed a bath after her yogurt but that wasn't in the schedule so I wiped her down really well and shuffled her off to read books with the other kids. Molly wanted to "mark" or play with markers and not cooperate on my schedule. I felt like stomping my foot. 'I'm trying to be a less frazzled mom! you rotten kids!' but they didn't care and Lucy managed to take everything off our toy shelf and spread all the kids' books to the 4 corners of the living room AND on top of that Molly wet her pants after her nap and that was certainly not in the program folks. I had already done my two loads of laundry. Lucy fell asleep at 6:30 and missed bath time and I know she did it just to spite my new routine.
When I climbed into bed furious that my husband wanted to stay up and play a game and not come to bed like our pre-agreed upon schedule, I was angry all night.
When my alarm went off this morning at 6:00am I looked at it and I had a sudden moment of realization. I got everything done yesterday, but at what cost? I spent lots more time with the kids, but was I there or was I trying to have them accomplish "block time"? When I think about it now I just laugh at myself. Yesterday did not have one ounce of peace... sure, accomplishment... but at what cost?
I still don't know what schedule v. rhythm is but I did discover that the house is a lot more peaceful when I let the kids direct our schedule, when I sleep until 7:30 and when I bathe Lucy in the middle of the afternoon then put her down for a nap at 5pm.
and so I rolled over, hit the snooze and went back to sleep for another hour and a half.
Today was much more peaceful. I got a lot done, just when it fit in without pushing everything else and everyone else.
It seems silly that I'm still trying to find my footing now, doesn't it!?
One of my resolutions was to get on a new schedule and the very next one was to bring more peace into the house.
Yesterday I woke up at 6, followed my new "me" schedule; Shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. Brush hair. Coffee. Read bible. Journal. Wake up Sam. Take him to the bus. Breakfast. Chores.
Then I was done. And it was 8:45. My house was clean. MY HOUSE WAS CLEAN people.
Lucy needed a bath after her yogurt but that wasn't in the schedule so I wiped her down really well and shuffled her off to read books with the other kids. Molly wanted to "mark" or play with markers and not cooperate on my schedule. I felt like stomping my foot. 'I'm trying to be a less frazzled mom! you rotten kids!' but they didn't care and Lucy managed to take everything off our toy shelf and spread all the kids' books to the 4 corners of the living room AND on top of that Molly wet her pants after her nap and that was certainly not in the program folks. I had already done my two loads of laundry. Lucy fell asleep at 6:30 and missed bath time and I know she did it just to spite my new routine.
When I climbed into bed furious that my husband wanted to stay up and play a game and not come to bed like our pre-agreed upon schedule, I was angry all night.
When my alarm went off this morning at 6:00am I looked at it and I had a sudden moment of realization. I got everything done yesterday, but at what cost? I spent lots more time with the kids, but was I there or was I trying to have them accomplish "block time"? When I think about it now I just laugh at myself. Yesterday did not have one ounce of peace... sure, accomplishment... but at what cost?
I still don't know what schedule v. rhythm is but I did discover that the house is a lot more peaceful when I let the kids direct our schedule, when I sleep until 7:30 and when I bathe Lucy in the middle of the afternoon then put her down for a nap at 5pm.
and so I rolled over, hit the snooze and went back to sleep for another hour and a half.
Today was much more peaceful. I got a lot done, just when it fit in without pushing everything else and everyone else.
It seems silly that I'm still trying to find my footing now, doesn't it!?
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