Well, I can’t get up at 5 am to run, I can barely crawl out of bed at the sound of Mr.T (my 4 year old) asking for help in the bathroom. Damn pillow-top mattress.
The other setback to my endearing schedule is my wonderful little boys have decided to get up earlier too. So while I am crawling out of bed begging Mr.T for 5 more minutes, he is barrelling down the hallway waking up my youngest-the good sleeper. Why have a schedule? What was my rationale to such madness?
It’s trying and I’m trying, but seriously I don’t even hear the alarm at 5 in the morning. I’m dreaming of glorious sleep-ins, nice afternoon picnics and dreaming of having a cup of tea reading a good book under my willow tree (the tree is also a dream, I don’t have one). Would you hear the alarm clock?
Needless to say, this schedule business has not panned out. So I will re-adjust as needed. That’s parenthood, right?
I can run at night-which really is so much nicer anyway, it’s nice and cool in the evenings, much easier to run in the cooler air instead of the sweltering afternoon heat or the hot morning sun. I also realized that I left out time to complete my other obligations. Like being El Presidente of a 52 unit strata. This has recently gobbled up a large amount of my precious time. Responding to complaints, from adults? Handing out violations, rules and going door to door to discuss common courtesies with the residents. That has been some valuable time, gone to the proverbial toilet. I will never get it back. When will people learn common sense?
I digress. The other thing depleting my precious time bank has been painting Mr.T’s bedroom. Seriously, why has this taken us 6 days? He doesn’t have a 5000 square foot bedroom. Between errands and other commitments I guess 6 days is not too bad, although I am a little tired of having him camp out on his mini couch in my bedroom, which at some point ends up being in my bed. I end up waking up with a four year old snoring and drooling in my face. Delightful middle of the night wakings. Delightful. I love my boys and I am certain that at some point in my fifties I will “awww” at these moments that will seem so long ago.
Excuses? Legitimate though. Can that actually be true? Are schedules like rules, made to be broken? I like to think that there is always room from re-adjustment, as there is in life. We can’t plan it all, right? Thus I will aim to keep the majority of our schedule, with readjustment for things like running, waking up, getting dressed, brushing my teeth, washing the kids faces, eating, doing work, going outside, writing, doing errands, having fun and sleeping.
“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get,” ~ Forest Gump~ (cheesy, but totally appropriate for this post).