When Every Minute is Accounted For
April 13, 2012
Since becoming a mother my life has transformed into a living, breathing schedule. Every minute is accounted for, slots of time have specific activities assigned to them, routines have become critical to maintaining order and each action is pre-calculated.
Gone is a time when days were fluid and free; errands could be run at a moment’s notice, dinner plans could be made while walking out the door and “me” time was all the time.
Here are a few of my examples:
- Talks over dinner often include coordinating calendars;
- Trips to the gym require prior knowledge so one parent knows they are on deck;
- Going grocery shopping involves careful planning to occur during particular hours of the day, preferably after a meal and not too close to naptime;
- You plan your day in a series of time blocks – if we do breakfast at 8, then I can run errands and be back by naptime, then we’ll have lunch when she gets up, which gives us 2 hours at the park before dad gets home…and it goes on and on.
Even when my husband innocently asks if I would be interested in taking our daughter to the farmer’s market on Sunday, I cringe. Not because I have some animosity towards fresh fruit but because it’s a pre-arranged event in my otherwise free-flowing weekend.
Some of this may be contributed to my Type A personality, but certainly there is some truth to it as well. However, every time I get frustrated with my lack of freedom, or sleep for that matter, I remember that there is a very beautiful reason for it – my daughter.
How do you cope with the daily routines, schedules and details of parenthood? Do you struggle or are there tips on how to be more chill?
