After an environmental scan, I have decided that I just have to break and completely embrace routines and making the most of my mornings before I leave for work. I think internally I have been fighting this for a while, in a way, my own Peter Pan ambition to never grow old.
Well, I may never truly grow up (embrace that inner child I say) but there is something to be said about meal planning, and doing the dishes in the morning so you come home to a clean kitchen (rarely do they happen right after dinner in my house), and organizing the trash and recycling, and doing the laundry throughout the week, and trying to keep the house a little cleaner along the way. Damn it all, I am trying to pick up after myself, and the kids, and put things away, and not let things get wildly out of control. Spending your whole weekend cleaning house when the weather finally gets good sucks.
It never ceases to amaze me that success is part luck, part hard work, and a lot of personal discipline and management. My current goals are to continue reading good books, knit a few pairs of socks for loved ones, connect with my body again and start exercising so I can trim down a bit, some swimming lessons for the kids, a few dates with my hubby, and to have a great summer. Some parts of this are easier to achieve than others. Other goals include actually taking my breaks at work and using my time more effectively. Days seem to slip into weeks, and then months. Everything is speeding up and I am finding that the more structured I have things, the smoother everything runs. At times I want to rebel against the structure and the routine... but it is starting to become more and more clear that is what vacations are for, and especially how important they are.