It has been 4 days.
4 days of getting ready earlier than usual...
4 days of getting the girls up and out the door at the same time...
4 days of skull splitting racket...
4 days of spring break... at -20 degrees in the morning... (that’s not spring, let me tell you. Beautiful sunshiny day, COLD north wind...)
4 days of swimming lessons...
Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining...
It has been great not having to get Jenni up and ready for school, so there is a lot more of a relaxed atmosphere instead of a rushed, “hurry up and get out the door. You’re gonna be late for school.” She has more time to eat breakfast and play in the morning, so it is so much easier on her...
The noise is all joyful sounds of laughter and fun... but it is still LOUD...
Spring break is a great time for the girls to play together and be together and have fun together. Have imaginative adventures together and play games together... it would be great if I could send them outside to play and jump in puddles, but alas... the weather is not conducive of that... so it is inside fun time...
I am so thrilled that the girls have spring break swimming lessons. They have 6 consecutive days of lessons and they tend to retain more of the skills they have learned because they’re is only a day between lessons instead of a week...
But I am tired....
I have a schedule of how I do things throughout the week, and that schedule has been disrupted. It has messed me up.
If I have a schedule, it takes me a while to change things up. I am not someone who does change well.
On Monday I did GREAT with the new schedule. It was new, it was exciting. And as the week has progressed it has gotten harder and harder to continue with the schedule. I mean, I’m doing it, but it is just more difficult to get my butt out of bed and do what needs to be done before swimming.
So things get left behind... Things get forgotten... nerves get frayed... voices get raised...
And it’s not just me....
The kids have been SO grouchy by mid afternoon. They are tired, and need some down time, but they don’t want to miss out on the possibility of ANY fun, so they push through and become little jerks... to each other... to me.... to their dad....
Then bed time comes...
“I don’t want to go to bed”...
“I need a drink of water”....
“I need to pee”.... (for the 15th time)
“I’m thirsty” (explains all the peeing)
“I’m scared!”...
“One last hug!”
Then we start again in the morning with these grumpy kids... who swim for an hour for 6 days in a row...
Again... not complaining... just showing some reality....
Real life...
Messy house...
Tired people...
Full hearts....
Loud voices....
Giggles...
Hugs...
Snuggles...
Life...
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