I’ve always said my kids thrive on routine: they want to know what is planned for each day, they know when to expect snack and when to expect bedtime.
After a summer of very little routine, I have come to learn it is actually me that thrives on routine instead.
Sure, the kids need it, but it is really me that relies on a little structure for the maintenance of my sanity.
I was so pleased to return to my daily schedule. In our house the schedule is the bible… with a military Daddy working odd hours, two Dudes with appointments and activities, and a teenager juggling school, babysitting, social and extra-curricular commitments and potentially now, god-help-us, a job. It is the only way we can make it all work. If it is not in the schedule, it does not happen… much to The Girl’s periodic frustrations.
Some might consider my routine a little over done, I do laundry on certain days and have scheduled other household jobs as well, but the schedule helps me get it all done… and juggling five lives means there’s a lot to get done.
Already I see the kids chafing a bit at the structure but for me it’s a relief. For the first time in months I feel like I have a handle on everything that needs to be done… so bring on back-to-school, bring on the crazy schedule, Mama’s ready.
I always did favour fall above the other seasons… now I know why.