Scheducation

Last week when I wrote about hitting my stride as a mother, as an adult, as a stay-at-home mom, I was feeling quite nervous about the fact that Joshua was starting kindergarten, and about the fact that I had, in fact, committed myself to starting a schedule that very day. I’d been so brave as to speak it out loud to the girls in my house church, and to lure my friend Cortney (who posted about her own battle with Sir Schedule here) into keeping me accountable.

So, let me just say that your comments and feedback on that post were really, really helpful. A couple of you even linked to it and said you could have written it yourself. Do you know how much it means to me that my words mean something to YOU? That I am not the only one who carries those specific frustrations? It means the world. Thank you for telling me. Your comments buoyed me as I dipped my toe into the unknown waters that day.

Although, I think it would be more accurate to say I jumped right in! (Unlike when I took beginning swimming class for PE in college, because, at 20 years old, I still couldn’t go under water without holding my nose, and on the day we were learning to dive, the teacher literally had to PUSH me in. This time, I am happy to say, I propelled myself. But anyhoo.)

I stuck to my schedule. For five whole days. And you know what? I liked it! It worked for me. I exercised, I got housework done, I played with Sophie, I picked Joshua up from school. And I even had a little extra time some days! Here’s the schedule I made for myself:

Mornings M-F

7:30-8:15 breakfast, check email, blog
8:15-8:45 exercise
8:45-9:30 shower, get dressed, get Sophie dressed

9:30-10:00 bloggy business

10:00-10:30 dishes

10:30-12:00 errands, play time

12:00-12:30 lunch

12:30 – 1:00 chores

1:00 – 2:00 OPEN

2:00 leave to pick up Joshua

CHORES BY DAY
Every Day – sweep & vacuum living and dining room
Tues – laundry, sweep kitchen floor
Thurs – dust, clean bathrooms

It needs a little tweaking (for instance, picking up Joshua from school on time has required I move Sophie’s nap time, so part of chore time is generally spent trying to get her down for a nap) – but in general, it has worked really, really, well this week. I mean, I, who ABHOR exercise, have exercised five days this week! Because my schedule TOLD me to!

One thing I haven’t done is schedule the after-school/evening part of the day. I think next week I might try to schedule time in there for dinner preparation, as so far, I seem to be willing to do whatever my schedule tells me too. Who knew?

Of course, I am keeping it flexible to allow for playdates and appointments and things like that, but overall I am super-pleased, excited, and encouraged!! If you feel like you need to give it a try, GO FOR IT! I’ll even keep you accountable if you need me to. Let’s all have adventures in scheduling together!

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Dear World

In case you missed this post, and this one… and this one, and this one… Jenny’s son and my daughter started kindergarten this week. In addition to kindergarten being pretty much the only thing we’ve talked about on here lately, back to school time has been all the buzz at my office as well. It’s been great to compare war stories and experiences with my friends. Several of my colleagues were also sending their kindergarteners off for the first time, others were moving kids into their first dorm rooms… and everything in between. On Wednesday, Kate’s first day of school, I found a letter on my desk. It was left by my boss, who came across it on his daughter’s first day of kindergarten in 1992, and I wanted to share it with you.

I Trust You’ll Treat Her Well
By Victor Buono

Dear World:

I bequeath to you today one little girl … in a crispy dress … with two brown eyes … and a happy laugh that ripples all day long … and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I trust you’ll treat her well.

She’s slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning … and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine. Prim and proud she’ll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say “Good Bye”… and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.

Now she’ll learn to stand in line … and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She’ll learn to tune her ears to the sounds of school-bells … and deadlines … and she’ll learn to giggle … and gossip … and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she’ll learn to be jealous. And now she’ll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she’ll learn how not to cry.

No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in a sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn to kiss lilac blossoms in the morning dew. No, now she’ll worry about important things. Like grades … and which dress to wear … and who’s best friend is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she’ll find new heroes.

For five full years now I’ve been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and father and friend. Now she’ll learn to share her worship with her teachers … which is only right. But, no longer will I be the smartest man in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time … she’ll learn what it means to be a member of a group. With all it’s privileges. And it’s disadvantages too.

She’ll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud. Or kiss dogs. Or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms. Or even watch ants scurry across cracks in the summer sidewalk.

Today she’ll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I’ll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to become a woman.

So, World. I bequeath to you today one little girl … in a crispy dress … with two brown eyes and a happy laugh that ripples all day long … and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I trust you’ll treat her well.

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Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

Sam chicken noodle soup

Sammy. I love that boy. I do. He is sweet and smart and cute and all around amazing.

But he is messy.

He has been messy since birth, and it is getting worse rather than better. And look at his table manners! Nearly every meal, snack or drink requires a complete change of clothes. And most often, a bath.

On Saturday, Kate, Andy and I were sitting on the living room floor playing Old Maid and minding our own business when Mr. Sam walked out of the kitchen chomping on the heel of a loaf of bread. “Where did you get that?” I asked him. “Num num!” he replied happily. Andy went in the kitchen to investigate and quickly deduced that Sam opened the kitchen trash can, pulled out the discarded bread bag, un-twisted the twist-tie and helped himself to a slice.

Hey, a guy’s gotta eat.

I can only imagine what nastiness is to come.

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Do you have a gross kid story? We want to hear it! Leave a comment and tell us the yuckiest thing your kid has ever done. Come on, I can’t be the only one whose kid eats out of the garbage can… can I?

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