Life with small children is constantly changing. About the time you figure them out, they change their eating, sleeping, diapering, tantrum-throwing schedule and throw you for a loop. Lately, I've realized that despite those constant changes, our days and weeks have a real rhythm right now, and I like it.
We have a little something to look forward to every day, so at-home life doesn't become a scene from the movie Groundhog Day. Sundays are for church, donuts, playing in the gym. Mondays we go to swimming lessons and get ready for the week. School starts for #1 on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are usually my favorite, as it's when my beloved mothers group meets up, and #2 always looks forward to hanging out with his friends in the childcare room there. The baby just tolerates it because he has no choice. Thursdays we go to 5:45 p.m. Mass, which usually means visiting with friends afterward (or, if you're five or under, running around the gathering place like a maniac). We end the "workweek" on Fridays with another stay-home day, but most weeks we go a-vistin' or have a play date somewhere. We break out the champagne, figuratively, on Saturdays because DAD'S HOME!
Obviously, we do a lot more than that, but it's nice to have some expectations, both for me and for the kids. Our life will no doubt be changing soon, with an impending move to...somewhere. But for the mean time, I'll enjoy this rhythm.
Today I'm also grateful for spell check. Since I can't figure outrhythym. Ryhthym. Rithm. Rhythm. You're killing me, English.
In a somewhat unrelated note, I really enjoyed this post from Jennifer Fulwiler today. Check it out!
We have a little something to look forward to every day, so at-home life doesn't become a scene from the movie Groundhog Day. Sundays are for church, donuts, playing in the gym. Mondays we go to swimming lessons and get ready for the week. School starts for #1 on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are usually my favorite, as it's when my beloved mothers group meets up, and #2 always looks forward to hanging out with his friends in the childcare room there. The baby just tolerates it because he has no choice. Thursdays we go to 5:45 p.m. Mass, which usually means visiting with friends afterward (or, if you're five or under, running around the gathering place like a maniac). We end the "workweek" on Fridays with another stay-home day, but most weeks we go a-vistin' or have a play date somewhere. We break out the champagne, figuratively, on Saturdays because DAD'S HOME!
Obviously, we do a lot more than that, but it's nice to have some expectations, both for me and for the kids. Our life will no doubt be changing soon, with an impending move to...somewhere. But for the mean time, I'll enjoy this rhythm.
Today I'm also grateful for spell check. Since I can't figure out
In a somewhat unrelated note, I really enjoyed this post from Jennifer Fulwiler today. Check it out!
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