We have had an unusual couple of weeks. First we had a fun and full week with out of town family. Stefan was especially excited as his cousin, and great friend, was here for the week. We came off that week and headed right into a week of traveling and seeing lots of extended family as we honored the memory of my husband’s 95-year-old grandfather.
I am very grateful that two of my kids met him, and we have this picture to show them when they get older.
While we were there we stayed at a wonderful Bed and Breakfast in a tiny town with a population of less than 600 people. It was exquisite. The food was delicious. Breakfast even came with dessert. What is not to like about a place that serves ice cream for dessert at breakfast? Seriously. If you are ever in southwest Wisconsin, you should try it out.
My kids sat in car seats a lot. In five days, they were in car seats for 1400 miles of driving. They saw people they loved. They greeted lots of people that they didn’t really know. They lost sleep. And they handled it all amazingly well. They had fun, too.
Then came Monday.
Need I say more? Re-entry was hard. And I unwisely had a long to-do list of things I wanted to get done to get back in the groove of things. Olivia seemed to suddenly have separation anxiety problems. I could understand if we were with people, but we were in our home. I couldn’t even go into another room without her crying and coming to find me. Our house isn’t that big. (Someone tell me. Is this normal?)
And the inevitable, “Can we have ice cream for breakfast?” question was asked. More than once. Did I expect anything else?
By Monday evening, I knew I need to come up with a different plan. Or rather, I needed to ditch plans altogether and just be with my kids. This is, after all, one of the huge privileges I get to have as a stay-at-home Mom. I actually have the option of ditching the plan. That is a blessing I don’t take lightly.
So Tuesday we spent our day building forts.
We put a blanket and lots of pillows on the living room floor and read books.
We spent the entire day together. Enjoying this place we call home, and these people we call family.
Because sometimes the plan needs to be ditched. The to-do list needs to be set aside for another day. And we need to just enjoy being together. They need me. Whether they need cuddles and books read to them at 2, or they need to talk about a friend who dumped them for a more popular person at 12, I will be there for them.
And you know what? The day was much more productive than any other day where I cross a lot of things off my to-do list. Just a different kind of productivity.
Do you ever need to ditch the plan and just be?