The kids are on school holidays. Husband is home from work. The routine is out the window. This is the first time our routine as been this far strayed from and its starting to do my head in.
The kids aren’t going to bed until revolting hours and I mean revolting like 9pm and yet are still getting up at 630am how do they do that? There is no order to the day some days we have lunch others we don’t.
Dinner is another story. Last night was spaghetti on toast again. My meal plan’s I don’t think I have written one all month.
Housework..its the bare minimum.
My beloved blog..I miss her..
This no routine. Nothing. Its just constant activity and fun. I know this is how holidays are meant to be but I feel like I’m living one big summer holiday camp nightmare/ dream.
The fun and noise it is never ending.
My kids just aren’t staying quiet for a moment. Not one moment they are quiet. Talking or bellowing their fun until their eyelashes meet each other at some ungodly hour of 9pm.
The point is really I’m having some loss of control issues and the longer the holidays gone on the less I’m liking it. I have no control. None. My world has slowly tipped its self upside down. Its starting to freak me out this control thing. Will I ever get it back.
Routine, structure is what keeps me swimming, keeps us swimming. How do families without structure or some basic routine survive?
Currently we are one big rowdy mess. I feel like I’m in a frat house.
And before you start with the phrase I have said over many times myself of ‘your the parent’ yes I know that but the kids… they are having ball and I am enjoying the time spent with them. Soaking up every single moment because this year they are all at school or kindy three days a week and I almost feel like its kind one of those last hooray moments to be enjoyed before school completely takes over my little men.
Then there is husband being home for the holiday an unusual event in itself and we have lapped him up. Soaked up his ability to make the mundane fun. He has done this. He does this most months. Throwing routine to the wind to some degree but this month with the boys on holidays routine has gone out the window. Husband is the biggest kid with the most energy. Never stopping. Never sitting down always talking, thinking or doing something. We haven’t stopped moving or talking since he arrived home on the 16th of December 2012 and I’m starting to get weary all this fun, laughter and chatter is starting to make me tired but a good tired.
I know it sounds like I’m whinging but I’m afraid after my near break down in the freezer aisle in Woolworth’s in which husband saw my distress as the kids ran unruly up and down the aisle and me too tired to scream my usual ‘stop this is not a play ground’ he grabbed my hand and said its okay it will all be over soon.
And there lies the catch 22 yes it will soon all be over this Sunday in fact I don’t want to be but do all at the same time.
I’m craving routine as much as pregnant women craves a mac and cheese. I’m craving control over my life including theirs like a gambler at a TAB store.
I cant wait for 7pm bedtimes, 930 morning teas, my 915 gym class, my 730 TV shows I want them so badly. I dream about I think about them like Edward does Bella. I want them now but then this now will have to stop and even though its still fun with 7pm bedtimes or 730 TV shows its less time. Less boy time. Less them time. Less husband time.
Yet come Sunday it will slow down or stop and here I will be in this quiet routine structured slightly less fun house and the craving for routine and control will stop and in its place a craving for husband and all that he brings will begin.