For some reason, I thought that posting a routine on my fridge would work a miracle and suddenly life would flow like honey out of a bottle. Well, that wasn't the case this week. It think it was more like a bottle of Heinz ketchup. It plopped out only when I gave it a firm thwack, and only one small blob at a time.
The kids have been cycling through colds this week, and I have been very tired, since at least one (sometimes more) child has been up several times in the night, completely miserable. So, I've done my best to follow the routine, but several things were not even attempted.
We did not do school this week at all. Cherith was so miserable Monday through Wednesday, so I knew it was going to be hard to get much out of her. Thursday and Friday, the littlest ones were dealing with their most miserable days, so I was busy dealing with them.
I did not get the kids' chore routine kick started either. If they were already in the habit, it would not have been that big of a deal for them to perform their tasks, even with a cold. But I didn't figure it was a good time to start a specific chore routine.
Despite the week being "off", I did notice how freeing it was for me to have a routine. It gave me guidance, and I think that is what I really need. As a kid, Mom was always there to tell me what to do next. I've sorta just floundered around as an adult. I have a hard time seeing life in small tasks. I see life as one big task and have no idea what to do and when. My routine is like having Mom hanging on my fridge, telling me what to do next. (Not that I always obey. lol.)