I’m sure a lot of us are feeling the same way – that the break is coming, and our bodies are ready for it! Over here, we’re all having a way harder time getting up in the morning. And soon enough, we’ll be able to sleep in some, but there is ONE MORE DAY!!!
I got the kids up in decent time, but not as much time as I would’ve liked. But the kids were happy 🙂 It was PJ day at school, and all three of them get to watch a movie and bring a special snack. Aaand then I realized I hadn’t pulled more sandwich meat out of the freezer, so I resigned to making them jam sandwiches, which I realize are total trash with no nutritional value, but whatever, its the last day. Haha! Mom win or fail? That is the question.
Anyway, the kids were in decent moods for the most part. Some grumpies, but those have gotten more prevalent as the break is getting closer. Meanwhile, I was scrambling around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get lunches, teacher gifts, masks, water bottles, etc. organized. Braided Rowans hair, found Laela a pair of socks, cleaned up spilled milk. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, but my brain was going a mile a minute. I had about a million people to contact about a million different things, and I couldn’t forget any of them!! So I was madly scrawling notes and repeating things over and over again. Couldn’t turn music on because I couldn’t quiet my brain. I was feeling a liiiiittle close to the edge.
I’ve learned that a simple way for me to curb anxiety is to tidy up messes. Have you guys noticed the connection between depression and clutter?? Ugh. Its bananas. So I’ve learned about myself that my dishes being a mess makes my anxiety pretty much double on the spot. I was doing all this frantic work/thinking in the kitchen, and my dishes weren’t done. I looked around to see a couple kids were all ready for school, kind of just wandering. I asked them if they’d want to help me, and they all jumped!!
This one found some leftover sprinkles in a container that held cookies, so that was a big win, haha!
Guys, they rushed the kitchen SO fast, SO happily! No one scrapped, or got at each other about who packed what, who was in each others way, or anything like that. I saw Dekker at one point stick his head into the dishwasher to put something in the bottom rack while Laela was working on the top rack, and he didn’t even complain. I stepped out of the kitchen and wrote some notes and lists, and the kids unpacked and repacked the dishwasher beautifully.
I’ll admit I don’t have any kind of cleaning/chore schedule around here, and I know those are good things to implement young. But at this point, the kids always do the chores I give them, completely happily. I want to keep that going as long as possible before making it their “job,” you know?
Bottom line. I am SO proud of my beautiful children.