I am not a keeper of schedules, nor do I follow many routines. I know, you're shocked.
This was not a problem with small children. Oh, my babies had schedules all right. Schedules they created. And schedules they changed. Randomly. With no warning. I rolled with it.
Where "rolled with it" was often synonymous with "sobbed in despair about yet another night with no sleep".
This parenting style has its advantages. Quite used to disruptions in their days, my boys adapt happily to traveling or sleeping in unfamiliar places. Or snacking on a granola bar when dinner is late because Mommy forgot to go grocery shopping. Again.
I fear my carefree, spontaneous days may be coming to an end.
Preschool, after school activities, and more challenging academics for Quake are threatening to upset my bouncy little apple cart. It is with severe trepidation that I approach such chilling things as chore charts.
Any tips for surviving this?