You might be thinking I am going to talk about some sort of laxative today.
You’d be wrong.
Another event occurred this week in which I am extremely proud of myself about, and I am willing to toot my own horn. And pass on a bit of hard learned wisdom to all of you. Although, I must admit, I am a bit stubborn myself and know that all of the bright amazing mother’s that follow this blog have already got this thing figured out.
I am probably the late one catching this bus.
Two days a week this month my kids have been taking swimming lessons. I purposely put them in a later slot knowing full well that our mornings are mostly a catastrophe any time I try to do something before say, ten. At least full of a lot of yelling, shoe losing, anxiety, and heaps of musings over why, why, why I do such things to myself.
So of course, they call a week before the class starts to let me know that they were combining classes and ours would be starting now 45 minutes before the class time I had chosen.
The first few lessons we were racing around trying to remember everything, have clean towels, all the right clothes to change back into, school lunch made before we left, breakfast too, shoes found, keys found…yada yada yada.
But yesterday I tried something new. It is as if the heavens opened up and shined their rays of joy through the clouds over the house, all the while angles were singing and trumpets bellowing.
At least that is how I remember it.
Really the magic happened the night before.
For the first time, I prepared every single detail of the morning the previous evening. I packed all the under clothes, all the towels, and the lock. I laid out the kids clothes down to their socks, with their swimsuits on top. Shoes I found, books I packed in the car, and lunch was made and put in the fridge. I even lined up my own swimsuit and clothes in the bathroom to save time as I jumped into the shower for the all important last minute leg shave.
We beat the swim coach to class.
I am breathing an enormous sigh of relief even now as I write about this new discovery. A little preparation can go a long way to a smooth and peaceful morning. I had heard and read about other Mom’s doing such things. Smarter Mom’s than me obviously. I went kicking and screaming to this horrendous act of preparation, swearing that life didn’t need to be so orchestrated.
Yet in reality I had spent more time doing my fair share of swearing of a different kind.Tweet