Dekker had time off of school last week. Winter break. Not everyone does it, but we do in our province. I always kind of pictured that as a time that our family would go away on a trip, or do something exciting, but that wasn’t the case. To be fair, as tends to be the theme of our life as of late, everyone was super sick all through the week. But even if they weren’t, Brady still had to work. Which we obviously appreciate very very much, and my saying this doesn’t mean I’m taking it for granted. I just hadn’t thought it all through, and of course we couldn’t all just disappear together for the week.
I didn’t much care for Dekker having a week off of school. Now, let me be clear. I love when he is home. This is NOT a post about wanting him to go back to school because we needed space from each other. I think its ok to feel that way sometimes, but I just want to clarify, for those who don’t read the whole post, that this is not what todays post is about.
The break solidly screwed up our routine. Everything about it. Dekker has been thrilled about being home, but Laela is used to the one on one time she gets when he’s at school and the little boys are napping. So there’s that. Also, tacking on the fact that Brady was working in the basement all day Saturday, the kids were devastated to learn that he was going back to work on Monday after only one day with the family. Normally, its understood that daddy goes to work, and thats fine, and they greet him beautifully when he gets home. But not this time. Rowan took the cake this morning. I snuck Dekker out of their room at 7:30. Usually Rowan rolls over and falls back to sleep, no problem. Today, he screamed bloody murder. And I mean SCREAMED. He lost it, kicking and screaming, throwing his blanket, on and on. I went in to calm him down, but it made it way worse. I know, I know. Hailey, let him get up then! This is the thing. We’re going out this evening for a belated birthday supper for him, and he needs to be nicely rested for it. I know my kid, and I know he cannot get up for the day at 7:30am. No dice. But it was awful. He wailed angrily in there for a really really long time. When I did finally go to get him, he had fallen back to sleep. This whole thing happened because he wasn’t used to Dekker leaving his room in the morning anymore, and figured he was missing the boat on something. No one likes to be left out, I get that, but again, I know what he needs. He needed sleep. And he ended up getting some more.
I’m sure I’ll love the break more as the kids get older. Once everyone is in school, it’ll be an entirely different vibe, and maybe Brady will book work off and we will end up doing fun things over it, to make it extra special. This time, unfortunately, its inconvenienced us more than anything. Now to rebuild our routine…