That breeze you felt in early January was the collective parenting community breathing a sigh of relief after surviving the holiday onslaught of family, decorating, travel, baking, shopping, Santa-visiting, wrapping, unwrapping, eating, cheers-ing, and undecorating. I, for one, was excited (perhaps too much so) to send Peanut back into the weekly schedule of preschool after the holidays. The promise of a routine for this new two-kid family had me nearly salivating.
Unfortunately, what I’ve learned as a parent of two kids is that there is no such thing as routine anymore. I’m desperate to have a “normal” week in order to figure out what schedule Pumpkin wants to be on. With Peanut, I was happy to let him dictate his daily rhythms. With Pumpkin, poor kid is lucky if gets to nap in his crib and not in his car seat or stroller while we’re on the go, go, go. And with the demand of preparing for Pumpkin’s baptism this weekend and the 11 family members traveling down to share in that moment, there has been no such thing as a “normal” week for us.
Instead, I feel like I’m on a treadmill – constantly running from one activity to another without accomplishing anything. If only this treadmill toned my glutes it might feel more satisfying.
So, apparently I breathed my sigh of relief in early January too early. Now, I’ll wait for this weekend to pass and perhaps hop off this treadmill long enough to enjoy our family and Pumpkin’s celebration. Then, I’ll foolishly believe that we’ll start in on a routine next week.
A girl can dream.