OMGEEEEEEE four kids 24/7 under my roof for the next seven weeks! (that’s what the bad part of my brain says when I think about the monstrosity of summer break.)
Because if you’re pleasing the 3 and 1 year old little boys, you’re probably failing the 8 and 6 year old little girls. And it goes vice-versa…
But the rational part of my brain says to break it down. Every day, hour by hour – until you read that glorious hour of last kisses and bedtime.
Homeschooling moms? You’re probably rolling your eyes at my ridiculousness. And I to you? I bow down. Because we’re totally not wired the same way, not one single bit.
So for the past two summers, basically since Piper has been in school, I’m come to adopt my own little plan of attack to keep all parties happy, while still maintaining my WAHM status. And by golly, the plan actually works, so I’m totally going to blog about it (obviously).
It’s a plan that if you can touch on each of the four points, even just a little, it will leave you feeling accomplished. Or hopefully at least that the day didn’t suck completely.
The formula is totally simple, and I assure you it works well (for me):
1. Do something fun.
2. Nap something
3. Clean something.
4. Cook something.
5. Write or read something.
(it doesn’t have to be done in this order, although this is the order I do them in)
Breaking it down…
1. Do something fun (is a relative term).
For instance, every morning we get dressed and “do something fun” from around 9am-11am. Today “fun” was having the big girls go to art camp at The Harrison Center down the street from our house from 9am-noon, while the boys and I ran errands which included a trip to the City Farmers Market where I let Gage ride his “gooter” and pick out a Nicey Treat.
Tomorrow’s fun will include having a babysitter in the morning (because babysitters are so much more fun than parents) and swim lessons in the evening. Fun can also include trips to Target, and picking up holds at the library. Fun basically means whatever you do when you leave the house.
2. Clean something.
And I’m not talking anything epic. Today’s “clean something” includes doing 40fajillion loads of laundry and having the girls organize their craft closet. On rough days, “cleaning something” basically means wiping toddler butts.
CLEAN SOMETHING UPDATE: Piper just spilled a fresh jar (the entire dang thing) of that hellacious Mod Podge craft glue stuff onto my dark grey carpet while trying to make a bed for her American Girl doll.
3. Nap Something.
This is the most important part of the day. Something, someone, needs to nap because mama loves not being touched for a few minutes. Preferably it’s two little boys napping at the same time while the big girls have “quiet time” in their bedroom. This happens only 1% of the time.
4. Cook something.
We rarely go out to eat, and I’m admittedly somewhat picky about what I feed the crew. So everyday, I try to cook or bake something. I meal plan on Friday night, get groceries on Saturday, and then I follow the plan.
And because yesterday I made a few dinners for the week, today I’m focusing on all the little stuff that isn’t exactly a meal, but still needs to be prepared. Such as: a dozen hard-boiled eggs, fresh fruit Popsicle, roasted beets, a loaf of banana bread, and a jar of salad dressing. It’s totally a get every bowl in the kitchen dirty type afternoon, but totally worth it because tomorrow is eat of out the fridge “leftover” Thursday.
5. Write and read something.
Since I freelance from home, I pace myself with a post (or two) a day to get my work done. If I can write something every day, my work gets done easily without too much burden on the family. If I want till deadline day, I will loose my mind under pressure. Also worth noting, I cannot work at night, or my brain will have a hard time shutting down and I’ll still be up at 2am. And since we don’t have a real tv (although we do have netflix), I read until around 11:30 every night.
Last night I started David Sedaris’Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls. And as long as he keeps writing books, I’ll keep reading and giggling accordingly. So inappropriately funny, trust me.
So there you have it. This is the plan, and we stick to it (loosely), until someone looses their poop which happens frequently.