With all the reading and planning I've done over the past few weeks, I should have rearranged our schedule to actually have some full days at home. But no, that didn't happen. What did happen is added activities due to some upcoming GOOD events, like a wedding and a baby shower. Even good activities can produce the kind of schedule that makes me crazy. Exit peace, tranquility, patience, and lowered voices. Enter anxiety, stress, and crazy yelling mom. Yes, you read that right. I just pray that as this season ends, my kids will remember the good activities (like being in their cousin's wedding), and the crazy mom memories will subside.
On the bright side, at least we're pretty organized around the house. The last couple years have seen a progression of things that have led to a pretty smoothly run household on good days, and a household that can catch up quickly to where it should be on bad days. That's not said out of pride (becuase if it was, you can be sure some things would happen to knock me off my pedestal). That's said out of gratefulness to God for the women (most of whom I don't know personally) whose blogs and books I have gained advice from over the last few years. We've tweaked schedules, routines, and chores numerous times. It's an ongoing process. But we seem to have found some things that work for our family. Praise God! I am so thankful. I have the kind of personality that needs some order and routine in my life to keep me sane. Our God is a God of Order. Surely He understands this trait in me. Maybe there are some tips and tidbits that can help someone else roaming around in my brain. I've had some people ask for details about or scheduling and routines (good day routines, mind you, can and do get off track frequently). I think I'll post some of these in the weeks coming up. Bear with me.
Today is an example of a day that can throw me off. Easton woke up this morning throwing up. So I had to cancel a meeting this afternoon and call around to find someone to drive Jayde to her science class, since I really don't want puke in my suburban. Now my brain is escalating the fact that some of the rest of us will probably end up with this virus. Who? When? Alan and I are supposed to run in the Epcot Food and Wine Festival half marathon this weekend. We are actually staying in a hotel. We rarely do that. Our vacations usually consist of staying in a family member's house because we stay for free! So a hotel is a treat. I won't have to cook or make the bed. Guess what - we're not bringing the kids either. So now I wonder - is this weekend when the stomach bug will decide to rear it's ugly head in me? I hope not. Praying not.
We were 2 months DTE this past Thursday. The waiting continues. In the meantime we are reading adoption books and looking at seminars to take online to help with attachment issues that will arise once we have our children home. I've really enjoyed reading posts from moms who came home with their children this past year. It gives me insight and helps me know what kind of challenges we can expect. Here's one that made my day today. Enjoy. http://jenhatmaker.com/blog/2011/09/26/fake-family#.ToHLHzWzTCU.facebook