Although this blog is brand spanking new, I’ve been reading blogs for quite some time. I especially follow a lot of “mommy blogs,” because it’s interesting to read other women’s thoughts on this crazy but wonderful world of motherhood.
It’s good and bad for me. I love the glimpse into other people’s lives, to know that other women have the same struggles that I do. But other times I start feeling bad about myself when I see all of the fabulous things other moms, especially those who “stay at home” like me, manage to do–sewing, knitting, photography, gardening, homeschooling, etc. I get especially overwhelmed when I read about other families’ daily schedules.
Now, I know deep down inside that the reality must be that these schedules are more of a suggestion or an expression of what the writer would like to happen in her ideal world. I take comfort in knowing that they cannot always be followed perfectly, that other moms and kids must on occasion still be in their PJs at 10:30am with nary a completed craft in sight. But the fact is, I have these nagging feelings that I’m failing my kids in some way because, even though I’m generally a pretty organized person, we have nothing even remotely resembling a regular routine.
Of course, we have some scheduled activities that we do. For example, we used to go to a Music Together class every Friday, and we go to church on Sundays. I usually go to the grocery store on Tuesdays when our cleaning service is at the house. And I’m really looking forward to when preschool starts up again, because it always helps structure the mornings a little more.
Other than that, though, every week is different. My husband’s job is the main reason, because of his constantly changing clinical and administrative schedule. Sure, I suppose I could plan a weekly schedule for the kids and me and then just go about our business, with him jumping in whenever he can. But that just doesn’t appeal to me. And it would be way too much effort to tailor a new schedule for each particular week.
So we just sort of float along, taking each day and week as it comes. It’s probably really good for me, as I have a tendency toward too much structure and rigidity. And despite the fact that they say preschoolers thrive on routine, maybe they’re learning some good lessons about flexibility, too.