We've been "in school" now for four weeks. Four pretty intense weeks. There have been things that have been tossed by the wayside in an effort to keep moving forward. Things that need to be done, that have been ignored.
So I have declared this the official "stop & regroup" week. Our school schedule is a lot stricter than ones I've kept in the past. And I feel really good about it. It is something we all need. If the girls and I stay on track, it means that we always have Fridays off — for lounging, running errands, playing, watching movies together.
But not as many Fridays as I would have liked have felt like that loosey-goosey pace I was hoping for.
I vowed that this year, I would make more of an effort to get my girls "out there". We've joined a great co-op. Which means we now have fun things like choir, and American Girl Club, and classes here and there on other fun topics. They both have taken on music lessons this year, too. Emma on violin. Mary on piano. Not to mention the soccer practices and games.
In the past, I have always dragged my feet on "activities". We all tend to err a bit on the homebody side. And with very little ones in tow, I am a dictator about naps. I will not miss them.
But I've had to ease up a bit. Be a little more flexible. I realized over the summer, that Emma might very well miss out on "out and about" kinds of things for years because of the need to always be back home for naps for her younger siblings. I've had to be okay with a nap in the car, knowing a better one will come in a few hours. I've had to be okay with earlier bedtimes, even though it might cut into time with Daddy.
But at the same time, it is so very, very easy to get swept up in activities and going and doing. And so, I've also had to put on the breaks. Saying no to things. Both for them, and for me.
And I've had to do things like this. The stopping. The regrouping. Read a few chapters. Go upstairs and clean a bedroom. Start a science experiment. Go out to the barn and unpack the tubs with warmer quilts and comforters. Go to the library. Knit. Make applesauce.
Once I let myself let go of this week, I felt instantly better. I felt the furrow in my brow release itself. There is no rush.