Ever since my first child was born almost 14 years ago, I’ve had at least one child (often two) at home during the school year. This year, all three are in school at the same time. Today is the last day of the first week of school, and we are all adjusting. I feel overall positive about the opportunities the kids have in this school district, and that’s all I’ll say about them. They have their own stories, and those stories are theirs to tell or not, not mine.
So what about me? School start and end times are staggered, with my elementary student leaving and returning first. This is great for sleepy middle schoolers in the morning, but harder in the afternoon, because it means I can’t rely on my oldest to meet my youngest’s bus, because he’s not home yet. The time in between is not long enough to, say, get a job, and I’m a bit pinched logistically with fitting in middle schoolers’ appointments after school (especially given I need to meet that elementary bus). This is scheduling stuff, and we’ll figure it out and get used to it eventually. But that time in between–what do I do all day? I’m figuring that out too. After this first week I mostly feel like I’d like to take some of those hours and shift them to after-school time, when I really need an extra two, at least. Ah well.
But seriously, this is time for me to figure out my big rocks–what goes into each day first–and figure out, for the first time ever, a rhythm that takes my own wants into account first, at least for a few hours. That’s kind of heady. And important. It deserves thought. I’m working on it.