This probably seems like a silly title; who wants to fit a week’s worth of activities into one day? Me, seemingly. I’ve been finding it very difficult to unwind recently. I’m always doing stuff – my life is a timetable of events and activity from washing and meal planning to remembering birthday parties and putting the school library book in the book bag on time. It’s fun because I have two beautiful daughters; I’m doing this for them and I’m blessed to be able to spend this time with them. But it’s a mad and chaotic type of fun.
I was wondering why I was feeling like this one day recently, and that evening I happened to be at a friend’s house. She asked me how my day had been so I reeled off what I’d done, after which she said “wow, that’s like a week’s worth of activity in one day!”
This is how that day went:
– Get up, get everyone ready and breakfasted for the school run.
– Do the school run.
– Take the littlest one, not yet of school age, with you for a coffee with a friend (phew- a sit down!).
– Finish coffee, take littlest one to her playgroup.
– Leave the playgroup to collect 4 1/2 year old from school at lunchtime.
– Remember with a slight panic that you need to go shopping and have left yourself very little time to do this in your schedule. Decide to go shopping that minute, before lunch.
– Go shopping, two children in tow.
– Go home for lunch.
– Panic that it’s actually sunny and the children ought to be outdoors.
– Make a picnic lunch for them to eat in the garden.
– Panic that it’s a ‘good drying day’ and you need to get the washing on the line.
– Put washing on line and put more washing in the washer.
– Panic about an email you sent at work the other day.
– Check work emails.
– Get stuff together to take 4 1/2 year old for her swimming lesson.
– Take them both to the lesson. Sit watching, holding onto 2 1/2 year old while 4 1/2 year old swims.
– Bring them home.
– Make tea for them.
– Bring washing in off the line.
– Get the children in the bath.
– Put the washing away.
– Husband returns home; disappear to bath, shut the door firmly in everyone’s face and put earplugs in.
I did actually bore myself rather a lot writing that list. I almost gave up in the middle to start writing about egg painting (another story).
We had a good time together that day, but it’s not surprising that after such exhaustive activity (I think I used the word ‘panic’ three times there?) my brain finds it difficult to switch off, regardless of earplugs and firm door-shutting.
Which is a roundabout way of saying that I’m looking for ways to become ‘calm parent’ rather than ‘frazzled parent’. Do I put myself under too much pressure to have everything ‘just so’?
I’ve been reflecting recently on ways to wind down and I’ll be writing another post about this shortly. In the meantime, here’s a photo of my escape room: every night, around 7:30pm you’ll find me in here.