Last night my kids didn't make it to bed until 8:30. Well, maybe that's when we walked up the stairs so it really was later than that. Oops. I should maybe get a bad mama point for that. If I was into keeping track of that kind of thing, which I'm not. Really. I may sometimes think that I'm not the greatest mother to ever live, but if I'm really honest, I know that I do alright. Definitely not all the time, but sometimes. I could do a lot worse.
Like today wasn't the greatest of days. I got up sort of early (before 7) and even showered (Hallelujah!) but then my early alone time was not-so-alone time because Leigh was up when I came out. So that's ok. She ate some cereal, and sat with me some. I ate my breakfast and then sat in my chair, and read a little of the Word. But then I sort of dozed in the chair a little. And I have determined that that doze is what killed my day. I should have forced myself out of the chair and gotten my blood flowing and my day started. But instead it sort of made me feel a little lazy and off.
So my day was therefore lazy and off as well. Abby slept in until 9:15 which is another point that I'm tossed on, whether I should have woken her up or not. Since we homeschool, I let her sleep. I had some arguments in my head going, saying that we need to maintain a routine and keep with it and yada yada yada. But my girls rarely sleep in anymore (they used to sleep in all the time) so I figured that letting her have the one day wouldn't kill either of us. Besides, we didn't take yesterday off school, and all the public school kids did. :-)
So today the kids just played and watched tv and played and did whatever else we felt like. A bit of a lazy day. Which is fine, I know. I don't have to be go go go all the time. But the only reason I feel guilty is that I know I could have done even a little bit better. I could have done more, like maybe the laundry, especially since I don't want to get caught with 4 large loads of laundry and a broken washer like I had this last Saturday. That wasn't fun.
Oh well, today is over and I am really trying to learn to just accept the fact that maybe I didn't do something perfect, maybe I was even a little wrong, but it is done now and I can only try again tomorrow.
I started writing this to contemplate whether I should go make my children be quiet and get back in bed since they are currently playing upstairs. This has been a parenting question for me ever since Abby started sleeping in a big girl bed and was able to get out on her own. What are everyone's thoughts on this? Typically I just let them play, as long as it isn't for hours and hours and hours. Ideally I think that I would like them not to, but well, I'm kind of lazyish so I tend to take the path that involves less conflict. Tell me your thoughts.
