That one hour...

There are days when I could just kick myself for being too scheduled. I know, I know...sounds like a personal problem... But geez. Schedules and me go way back. My brain is wired to think in the form of calendars and flowcharts and diagrams and LISTS. Oh the lists.

Packing a family of 4 for Disneyland...

Having kids was an invitation to go all crazy planner mom mode. My mother in law can testify to the detailed plans that come out of this brain whenever my kids are away from me overnight. Do I care if  the schedules are broken? Suprisingly no! Did I just take myself off of your "crazy mom" list with that one???

It's true! Just because I create them doesn't mean what is planned is locked in stone. HOWEVER. Without the plans, I sort of curl up in the fetal position and bounce around like a pinball UNTIL I put the plan in writing or at least map things out mentally. There is a higher risk level when a plan is not thought through in my head...someone might die. 

But I feel that I am getting better at finding that balance. Because isn't that what momhood is all about? Finding balance in the midst of sheer chaos???

Yesterday was one of those days that I took a deep breath and just went with the day. 

Uncle M is getting married this weekend and with both munchkins playing the awesomely cute role of ring-bearers, it was time for some much needed haircuts! Working full time didn't allow me to schedule anything earlier than 5:15pm for their time slots and after they both sat still for an AMAZINGLY long time for a 4 year old and a 1 year old...a treat was in order. Especially since no one panicked, yelled or bled. We weren't without tears but that was just a brief window.

The best treat on an 85 degree day in CA is for SURE ice cream. So even though it was dinner time (now 6:15) and they both needed baths before bed, I pulled out the stroller from the back of the car instead of buckling up seat belts. We walked over to the drive-thru dairy which has the most awesome soft-serve and took 15 minutes out of our day to talk about fire trucks, birds, poop and the green lantern. And we laughed.

Did we have dinner at 7:00? Yes. Did both boys get bathed at 8:00? Yes. Did both boys go to bed WAY past their bedtime? Yes. Was it a mom-victory hour? Definitely.