The day has come. They’re all three in school. It has happened:
So now I have all day to get things done.
When I thought about having all three kids in school, I had the same optimistic view that a lot of stay-at-home moms or work-at-home moms have. They’re gone. I have ALLDAY to do ALLTHEHTINGS. I can drink coffee and work out and do laundry and run errands and talk to myself the whole time because they’re gone ALLDAY. I thought I’d really ramp up the photography business. I really hoped I’d have a small studio space in Granger. I planned to take runs with the dog. And then 2014. I have no client base here & no child care to lean on to do sessions. I don’t even have a business with which to even consider a studio space. I’m still figuring out my physical limits with exercise, but I’m pretty sure running is out.
It’s a new house and a new place. I’m trying to make a plan. I haven’t yet fallen into the trap of feeling like and complaining that it seems like they’re not gone long, “…it seems like I turn around and they’re coming home!”. They’re gone for quite some time. And I do talk to myself a lot. But I haven’t mastered the art of planning out what needs to be done each day. I feel like I should be doing all the things all the time all day all at once. If I’m paying bills, I feel like I should be throwing in a load of laundry. If I’m cleaning, I feel like I should be out running an errand. If I’m out grocery shopping, I feel like I should be walking the dog. And so on.
I’ll get it under control. I’ll make organized lists. And I’ll also celebrate having some time to myself. I do drink coffee in the morning, and I’ve been reading “Out of the Spin Cycle” by Jen Hatmaker. I’m loving taking that time to get things straight in my head a little. I posted this verse on Instagram. Yes, I posted a Bible verse.
For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks. The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him.
If I’m not heading to a real life job every day when they’re at school, then it’s part of my job to get myself together so I’m not real mean when they’re home. If I’m still pissy because the kitchen island is still cluttered with dirty dishes and artwork and things that should really be thrown away, I’m pissy with them. This is hard to remember when they’re arguing with each other and with me for what seems like all afternoon. Some days, my list should really just be “make a list for tomorrow”.