A friend asked me yesterday how I'm doing at following my new schedule. My response:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Yes, another failed endeavour at being organised. It seems I can usually manage to do one thing, but it means dropping the ball in some other area. If I get the washing done every morning, then we run late. If I get the dishes done at night, the kids are skipping baths. It hasn't all come together like I'd hoped.
To be fair, we've had a full-on month or two. Guests staying with us and hospital appointments for the bub has meant there weren't many "normal" days where we could really give the routine a go. On top of that, things are quickly changing - my husband's study/work situation isn't consistent and other extra curricular activities have popped up, rendering my original routine outdated already.
Still, I'm not giving up on it just yet. I am happy to report that yesterday went almost entirely to plan. Woohoo!
I took the littlies out so hubby could get some writing done at home. Our choice of hangout was a "sklie" (slide) that Miss M has been pointing out whenever we drive past it. The highlight was our sword fight with branches, which will probably result in her trying to poke some other kid's butt with a stick next time we're out. WORTH IT.
After school hubby and I did some tag-team supervision/exercise at a park - one parent watched the kids while the other went for a run. It was so
AWFUL nice to be running again.
Today we got to school 10 mins early. You'll know if it happens again tomorrow, because the world will likely end; so great a shift from the norm it will be.
Otherwise, I'll see you next post. For now, I'm off to reap the rewards of cooking 2 dinners yesterday, by kicking back with Jane Austen for a bit.
