With house full, well sort of, of Holiday Spirit and overflowing with used Kleenex, antibiotics, the companion “Quils” and Halls lozenges we want to say Merry Christmas from our house to yours.
It has been a busy month and a half and once again my military son flew home. Our son who lives 2 hours away came home to join in the festivities. I, sadly, find myself longing for routine. Any routine…I’m not picky! With everything, surrounding the move, hitting at about the same time we have not been able to settle in to a routine. Man oh man…We are only “Halfway Through the Holidays…I Need a Nap!”
Just a few more days of the Christmas decorations before they disappear for another year. And we usher in another year…
So…if I don’t make it back before New Years…”Happy New Year!!!
“May your cup runneth over with joy, love and laughter oh, and really fabulous coffee!”
These weeks just fly by…except for Monday and today is going to drag!
It is going to take a great deal of creativity and skill to strategically manipulate the varied schedules of my family. “Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Danny“ I will simply wipe my brow and continue Keeping Up With My Day!
I have decided to carry an abacus to keep a running tally of the different routine chores, routine outings, extra-nonscheduled-have to attends, the run me here and theres…not to mention the balancing of each of my 4 son’s different schedules. The blending of six unique and complex schedules can be Bear…which is why I am Mama Bear…and don’t make me mad! Making me mad will cause me to delete your scheduled events. “That will teach them!”
I sat down with my #2 son a little while ago in hopes our schedules would easily merge. He has work at 11-3 then off to the gym by 4. I have my youngest coming home at 4 and he will eat dinner before heading to TKD Awards Night (hoping for the next belt rank). Sometime between 6:15 and 6:20 I will meet up with #2 son and drop off those with me and head to church for a much needed extra practice for our Easter music. About 7:00 my hubby will call and tell me he is on his way home…but we will not be able to chat on his drive home like usual…I will be at practice. “I did mention the practice to him this morning as he rushed out the door to his 7:30am meeting.” ( A special thanks to my hubby’s boss for setting this special early meeting. We had to get up an hour earlier today!)
Somewhere between recruiters and doctors…school and TKD…work and normal everyday chores…I will Keep Up With My Day! “I will sure try my best!” I should fill up and be prepared for the rest of the day…
Here’s hoping we have a great Monday! Have a great day!
There are certain truths that we carry with us in our daily lives. How things are done…and what order we do them in… These tid-bits of normalcy and set-stone-routines are the stepping stones to making it back home in the evening. Things like brushing your teeth before putting on your makeup and putting water in the coffee pot before turning it on. We are creatures of habit! These are routines we believe in!
Well this creature believes in having another cup of coffee…heck I might have more than two this morning!
How many ounces of water am I supposed to have a day? If there is coffee in the water I will be fine!
So the long weekend is over and back to normal we go. Family members are off the school and work…as I stay home with a full page of activities laid out for today. It is time to play catch-up-on-the-household-chores and try a little cleaning.
“There are remnants from the hot-dip still on the counter thanks to the midnight feeding frenzy of two who should have been asleep!”
The retrieving of hubby’s dry-cleaning on the way to TKD later today followed by dinner and the dramatic bathing ritual of my 12 year old. “He hates showers and baths!” Hubby returns home and tries to relax from the day’s work related stress before heading to bed about 2 hours later.
Ahh…Routine! “Everybody Should Believe In Something”…ours is a repetitive routine filled with coffee breaks.
Welcome to post-holiday-weekend normalcy and I hope you do not have to play catch-up. I wish you success in your routines! Have a great day!
Here we are again! The day of the week that pulls you from the comfy-cozy-confines of peaceful slumber by your hair. “My inner voice screams when realizing the alarm clock has not even reached the predestined wake-up call.”
Not yet…just five more minutes…please! There is no reply as I rise and begin The Monday Routine…Yuck!
Fortunately I have friends who have left me some furry-funnies to give me an early morning smile!
What great friends I have! They share my deepest-darkest feelings…The Monday Routine…Yuck!
I NEED MORE COFFEE!
That’s the way to start the day…
I will finally be able to use that insulated bag and keep the IV bags hot and ready. It may be a long day but I will get through it…like a heavily caffeinated trooper!
Now go…start your Monday, hopefully with a smile, and Have a great day!
With this in mind…I have to say my typical blog for this morning will be delayed. My sweet and loving hubby scheduled a day of home improvements! You know the kind of home improvements when 2-3 workmen invade your home and put a damper on any plans you may have had. These same workmen will arrive sometime in the given window and stay for an undisclosed amount of time. I was asked to sing at a banquet this evening but had to back out because of this scheduling travesty…Okay…maybe I am going a little over board. “Just A Thought!” I should put my best foot forward and enjoy the day I have been given. The good news is the fact that several household chores are complete in preparation for the workmen…
Hmmm…What to do now? All that is left is to irritate my children! Hehe! This will be fun!
Have a great day!
My uncovered toes chilled and exposed
Against the cold bricks off the steps.
A dog travels past with runner in tow
As down to my dog’s collar I leapt.
Back inside…no time for socks
I head to my heavenly brew!
Warming my hands as the clock tick tocks,
My routine quickly resumes.
All chaos today is orderly and neat,
Everyone moves in quickened pace.
Doors open and close as time they beat,
Beginning their individual race.
A new cup in my hand filled with espresso
My toes covered up in my chair.
Attempting to warm my feet and my toes,
Safe from the Coolness of the Morning Air!
Have a great day!
The gentle sounds of the crickets fade giving way to the shuffled songs, from my iTunes favorites, as my morning alarm breaks my sleep. I rise and reach for a sweater or sweatshirt! “My husband likes a cool house…I usually have my fuzzy socks on my cold feet daily.” I make my way to the hall, leaving the door cracked, in case my furry companion wakes up, and head down the stairs. I move through the darkness, in a haze, and reach for a cup…pour…zap…mmm, Coffee! My routine! This daily schedule seems automated but comfortable. “I could probably do it with my eyes closed…but who wants to clean the possible mess?” Let’s Keep It Routine!
We set up routines to make things flow in our scheduled day. Routines can be a teaching tool for a child: tying shoes, brushing teeth, washing hands…peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I made lunches everyday for three boys…it was quite the symphony! The boys were thrilled that I remembered who liked mayo and mustard and who didn’t. “They were a little picky!” As they got older they were given the task of making their own lunch… When we adopted a little seven year old boy…things changed! The boys had started making their lunch, by themselves, when they were 10, 9, and 6! “Don’t worry..I was right there.” There were days that mom had to step in and make lunches because of the bathroom rotation or the chaos surrounding the sock basket. “Ah..good times!” The boys were all in High School, with one graduating a month later, when our youngest joined the family. He was seven years old with no concept of routines. The routine making of lunch became a screaming fire-drill. “Sadly it was our routines that had to change.”
It was easier to make it for him and sometimes one of the other boys would step in and make it for him. I would be helping him get dressed…or tying his shoes…well your get the picture. He was quite the handful and still is! He had been allowed to dictate what he wanted from how he dressed to what he wanted for lunch. He told me, on several occasions, to get him a Happy Meal from McDonald’s and bring it to the school. “That demand was met with laughter and a motherly No!.” He got upset and fought us every morning when we were making his lunch. The assortment of lunch meats and cheeses were not to his liking. The chips were not his favorites…and the cookies or snack cakes were smashed in his book bag when he got home. If this did not work then something else needed to be tried.
He has been making his own lunch for two years now. We scheduled the preparation of his lunch when the last of his brothers left for school. This gave him the entire kitchen to move haphazardly through as a solo act. No conflicts or clashing of Titan wills…just a 9 year old. We also did away with the lunch meats and gave him his own jars of Peanut Butter and Jelly. We have kept it simple for him…everything he needs for his lunch is in plastic, Tupperware like, containers. Cookies, plain chips and gummy snacks. Let’s Keep It Routine!
He talks to the peanut butter and jelly as he spreads them on the bread and places the sandwich in the bag. The messy counter top, covered with peanut butter and jelly, is still an issue. “We are working on how to be neater.” He talks to the animal crackers as he parades them individually into their bag. He retrieves the semi-frozen juice from the freezer and places it in the lunchbox with child-like dialogue. “It is very noisy in the morning!”
The asking of ridiculous questions mimics the second hand as it ticks. “Do you know this person?” “How do you say M E D I C I?” These questions were asked this morning. I stop doing my morning routine and glance at the page just above his little finger…”That is pronounced Med i chee.” Of course it was already broken down for him in his book…he just gets very impatient. He has his chores, like the boys had at his age, that he can never seem to do in a timely manner. On Mondays he gets up 15 minutes early for several reasons. Garbage day…husband’s work schedule, get organized from the weekend…you know how it is. He sets himself up for an Epic Fail daily as he chats with himself and sings and dances through the kitchen…plays in his room instead of brushing his teeth…pulling treasures out of his shoes before putting them on…then realizes the time and heads out the door. Chore are left undone…”Guess who gets stuck doing them?” He is not the only one who does not do his chores…I had to take the trash bag from the kitchen to the garbage can in the garage this morning..then take the garbage can and recycling bin to the street. You guessed it…the 21 year old son forgot to take the can to the street last night. Yep! Daddy was not pleased about that. Granted he was busy doing something important for the family business last night so that the item could be shipped out today. But come on! I have to laugh here…he just came down the stairs in a panic to take the trash out… “He heard the recycling truck come by and it woke him up!”.
Why do we have routines? As adults the question seems ridiculous but, a child needs to have them to function as an adult. What a vicious circle! Want clean socks that are easily found…wash them and fold them and put them away where they belong. “What a concept!” If you don’t want peanut butter and jelly all over your fingers when you pull the sandwich out of the baggy then don’t make a messy sandwich. “Right!” I know that if I want that first cup of coffee, and do not want to wait, I must make sure there is coffee made at night. “A pot is made before my husband gets home every night.” Let’s Keep It Routine!
Does it make me a bad parent if my morning routine revolves around finishing the chores not completed or done at all? “I hope not!” As I write this morning I am aware of the things that lie ahead of me…my routine with the added items on my list of To Do’s. This is a busy week of practices…final preparations for our Easter Music on Sunday Evening. This means my schedule will be altered significantly and, barring any unforeseen incident, things should go smoothly. I am down to the last of my latte’ and will set about making a second one in a few minutes. The house is still presentable on the surface. I will spit-shine and polish after dusting the various ceiling fans. “I hate this chore!” I really should put on a hazmat cover-all for the ceiling fans! “I wish I knew where all this pesky dust came from…I would love to send it back…COD!”
So I am off to the rest of my day…secure in my little corner of the world. I apologize if you see my life as mundane in nature…no I don’t…I love my life and it’s fire-drill tempo. Let’s Keep It Routine!
What are your routines? Do you find yourself doing things without thinking about it throughout your day? “Me too!” Speaking of routines…time for another latte’! Have a great day!