As I'm sure you can imagine, life right now is a bit...
crazy unpredictable full. Besides the fact that I have five small children nine and under, one of those small ones happens to be six weeks old (yesterday! How can that be?!). I have purposely slowed things down to almost a standstill around here, providing only clean clothes (that may or may not be gotten out of the laundry basket) and what I'm counting as meals, and maybe a little cleaning now and then. But at some point, we do have to get back to whatever counts as our new normal, my older two children do need to be educated as well, and we should probably be eating a little better.
I sat down last week determined to hammer out a new routine that would help us get everything in order. I reread A Mother's Rule of Life. I wrote out chore lists for the children and myself. I produced a school routine that covers the basics and a few extras as well. I went into all of this understanding that I have a newborn and I must be flexible (not a gift God gave me).
I have visions of calm productivity, each of us doing as we can. Our Classical education looking a little more Charlotte Masonish every day. And then the baby needs to be nursed. And after? I can't bring myself to put him down.
|Unless it's for some tummy time action. Then I can put him down while I coo and make faces at him, and he does the same to me. And then I take pictures.|
|"I am mommy's productivity killer. She can't help but stop what she's doing and kiss my cheeks."|
|A smile! I captured one on camera!|