I was
complaining commenting to Brad how our children are
getting on my last nerve keeping me busy and that I needed some downtime to dream about carefree things such as looking and feeling like the woman in this picture:
Nice, eh? She's healthy, vibrant, in wonderful shape, etc, etc, etc.....Instead, I feel more like this:
In a moment of genius, Brad said, "Why don't you just create a schedule for yourselves?"
It was genius. And I was jealous because, after all, I'm the teacher in the family, right? Anyhow, this morning I set up "stations" as opposed "jobs" which is the Montessori term Sam is usually familiar with these days. And so, I present to you....drumroll, please....
The Marker Station:
The Play-Doh Station:
The Arts-n-Crafts Station (formerly known as the "Marker Station"-like how that works?)
The Jenga and Beginning Writing Station:
The Fort Station:
By the way, in between the Arts-n-Crafts station and the Jenga/Beginning Writing station, I hoofed it over to Mollie Stone's to grab some lunch and take the kiddies to our local park. Below is footage of their shenanigans as well as Izzy's athleticism. Clearly, her athletic abilities are a result of my gene pool. Ahem....
As a result of this newly implemented routine, I:
1. yelled less
2. picked up less
3. had a messier house
4. had happier children
5. took away Sam's spywatch until tomorrow because his ears are not listening well rather than throwing it in the trash (to make a statement, obviously, of who is running the show these days)
6. made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner
I'm going to go ahead and give this a 75% success rate. I'll shoot for higher tomorrow...I'm too exhausted right now to think straight. I barely have enough energy to finalize this post (which started early this morning during the Play-Doh station time frame).
