At the end of every summer I go through this plan in my head. This year will be different. This year will be MY year! This year I will have everything ready to go ahead of time. No stress.
I always have good intentions. I am an optimist.
And I always end up disappointed. Nothing ever goes smoothly. Maybe if I just put THAT plan into place then I won't end up being so stressed out about it all. Maybe I should just plan on it all falling to shit. Then it won't be such a surprise when it does.
I'll just expect that the kids will come home from school, trash the house, run outside to play with their friends before I can even get a chance to look in their backpacks for their homework.
Then in the winter I'll feel all guilty about making them stay inside and do their homework right when they get home because they only have an hour of daylight left to play outside. They are kids after all and need to play, so I decide to let the homework wait until after dinner. Then instead of doing their chores and packing their backpacks up and cleaning their rooms before bed time, they are doing homework. Then I am stuck washing the dishes, and doing their chores so I can get them to bed on time. Then lunches don't get made ahead of time and backpacks don't get packed because I am, at this point, exhausted.
The next morning we are all rushing around trying to get lunches made, pack up backpacks, find the homework that was left on the kitchen table??? the night before. My morning dialogue will sound something like this;
"Where is your other shoe?! Where is your coat?! Why aren't you wearing underwear?! Go put some on! NOW! Your bus will be here in 2 minutes! Did you brush your teeth? No! You are not bringing your action figures to school! What do you mean you forgot to do all your homework? You need a note for what?! What permission slip? You need it today?! Where is my checkbook!? Your bus is coming! I can hear it coming down the road! Get your coat on! Why isn't your coat on?! I told you to put it on 5 minutes ago! Where is your other SHOE?! How do you lose a shoe everyday?! You still haven't put underwear on yet? No time now. Looks like you're going commando!..... and we missed the bus. "
Then I drive them to school. Then my "schedule" is all messed up for the day. And I am stuck cleaning up their messes all day because they didn't get it done the night before. Then I don't get my workout in or get any sewing done. My plans of a productive day have officially gone down the shitter!
Yep! That is pretty much how it's going to go. Every morning. Everyday. No matter how much planning I put into place. No matter how optimistic I am.
But that is just the way it is. I am used to it. If things actually went as planned I'd probably be bored out of my skull!
So tomorrow it begins! The first day of the 2011-2012 school year! And I have a plan. This school year will be just like all the past years. I plan on it being unorganized, stressful and full of morning freak outs!
Awww girl, I totally know exactly what you mean. Mine started 3 weeks ago, and I had a LONG list of things I'd do when they went back to school. Last week my little one finally started too, AND we had 2 kids home sick for 3 days last week, all weekend was spent being sick, yesterday they were home sick as well, and today I'm still sick trying to get caught up with emails, and relax, until they come home.
ReplyDeleteSo basically the whole month went by, and it was WORSE than I ever expected. I still have high hopes that I can turn it around, but it looks like things NEVER go as planned around here, and that's just something I have learned to deal with.
Oh well, it's in my nature to ALWAYS try harder, and I used to get really upset when things didn't go my way, BUT I've gotten better, and just go with the flow most of the time now, which is why my house has been a mess for over a decade now, lol.
Good to see you are back, and good luck with your mornings!!
Hugs, Bella :)
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