It seems that it isn't only my kids that like a good routine. It has only taken me 39 years to discover that I too, love my routines. I like my PB&J sandwiches, and I lurve my coffee on the couch in the morning. I love being able to read before bed... I think after each kid was born.. part of the issue going back to work is that there is many, many months of flux as the whole family develops new routines. Which is chaos trying to get 4 different routines to figure each other out.
So, I am trying to figure out the addition of t-ball twice a week. Some days, success! Other days, total fail. Like last night... forgot B's glove and jersey. So, in to the truck they went when I got home. I am learning that I have to get on it in the morning and use the time before I leave for work to clean up the kitchen, and get organized, and plan out my dinner meal, and prep the veggies. It all very pedestrian this getting organized for the day. The big pay off, it does help. It does help for things to go along a lot smoother. It just feel like I am kicking and screaming my way there. I could say that I am a late bloomer, or late figuring it out... but I think it does take time, and you have to be enough beyond the transition and crisis (for that matter) to actually bring about change and effective routines.
Then you get nights like tonight... t-ball... if Tuesday I forgot some stuff but we still had a great time.. today B was brutal. You would think he cotton in his ears and he just didn't care. He didn't want to listen about anything. I ended up being a mean parent and I took the kids home instead of playing. Man, that was hard because I was organized... but I knew I couldn't give in. They were little shits! Nothing like trying to have a quick chat at daycare and find out how your kid is doing when your oldest unlatches and roams your vehicle. Then after getting mad at your youngest for grabbing the sunscreen and trying to paint the window.. climbs out of the car so he could do it, and wastes a bunch on the window himself. Oh the tears and the drama. I get I need to not spend time chatting because the kids get restless and part of it is my fault... but it was like Spring Fever for B.. he didn't want to listen, he just wanted to goof off and do his own thing.
Blargh. Not one of our finest family moments. I don't think anyone won... it was such a moment in the truck - I pulled over, had an honest talk with myself, and my DH.. and decided to turn the truck for home. It has been a shite week at work (really busy) and then to cat herd a kid that doesn't want to listen while chasing the other one down? Sorry, not happening today.