The 6yr old and the 8yr old have been on school holidays for the past two weeks (as have many other Aussie kids). They are now back to school, which means, I’m back to my routine.
Two weeks goes by pretty quickly, doesn’t it? I can say that - even though I had all three boys at home. ;) For the most part, I actually really enjoy the school holidays. Yes of course - there are times I want to pull my hair out. (For sure!) But mostly, it’s a chance to relax and spend time with them.
Having said that, the last two weeks with the kids couldn’t have been more chalk and cheese. The first week, as seems to be the tradition around here, was very relaxing. In fact, so relaxed were we, there were at least two days that the pyjamas didn’t come off and get tucked under the pillow until almost lunchtime. Mine included. I happily refer to that first week as “Pyjama Week”.
The second week, on the other hand…well, let’s just call that “Incident Week”. It seems we couldn’t stop certain “incidents” happening to keep us on our toes. There was the “son-slipped-and-fell-on-the-bathroom-floor-and-hit-his-head” incident. The “son-hit-his-head-on-the-car-when-getting-out-of-it” incident. The “son-was-choking-on-a-lolly-at-the-ice-skating-rink” incident. (Yeah, that one was a real doozy). The “temporarily-lose-two-out-of-three-sons-at-IKEA” incident. (But really, who doesn’t get lost at some point in that place?) The “found-the-dog-sleeping-on-the-formal-lounge-TWICE” incident. (Not happy.) The “toddler-discovered-he-had-a-poo-WITH-HIS-HAND” incident. (Disgusting.) The “forgot-soccer-training” incident. (Whoops). The “forgot-another-soccer-training” incident. (Whoops…again!) The “forgot-to-take-the-oranges-to-soccer-on-Saturday-that-were-diligently-purchased-that-morning-and-prepared-by-the-wife-whilst-the-husband-was-out-cycling” incident. (‘Nuff said.) The “backed-the-car-into-a-parked-car-even-though-we-have-a-reverse-camera-and-sensors” incident. (Ah, yeah…you don’t really have to know who did that one, do you?)
Anyway, even though the second week wasn’t exactly, ah, “incident free” – or relaxing - there were some great moments there too (believe it or not). I’m just glad we didn’t go camping, as originally planned. Imagine how long the “Incident Week” list would have been then?
But I digress a little.
What I most definitely miss about the kids being at school (besides my sanity on occasion) is the routine.
Without routine, I’m toast. I can’t get motivated to get up and do anything (hence, “Pyjama Week”). I need to constantly live by the big hand and the little hand on the clock. Otherwise, I can’t function.
I remember saying to my sister once, “Can you imagine how much I’ll be able to get done when all three boys are at school one day?”
She said, “You’d be surprised. When you only have a certain amount of time to get things done, you move quickly and get to it. When you have more time, you think, ‘I have plenty of time,’ and you don’t get nearly as much done.”
A wise woman, my sister.
And so, even though the school terms are filled with after school activities and deadlines and I forever feel like I’m running from one thing to the next, I kinda like it. Keeping busy is ok. As my parish priest would say, “Life is full.” Indeed, it is.
Now I’ve just got to find more time to do the ironing. Sigh.
How about you? How do you motivate yourself to get things done? Are you a procrastinator like me? Any tips are much appreciated!