I do not have a plan.
Let’s let that sink in for a minute.
Tomorrow is Monday. I am a previous elementary school teacher with a Masters in Pk-6 education and a doctorate in perfection and I have no idea what I am doing tomorrow.
I do not have a beautiful color-coded schedule from 8-5 of what the heck my kids will be doing tomorrow.
In fact, as I type, my 1 year-old is completing losing her mind on the baby monitor because she is smack-dab in the middle of a nap and overall-sleep-for-the-greater-good-of-human-kind strike.
I’ve vaguely discussed the lack of school for the next month with my kids. I entertained the idea of me becoming “Mrs. Carawan” to the point that they want me to dress the part.
Yes, I know from experience that kids thrive on schedules.
But life with 4 kids?
Is anything but.
If I am being completely honest, schedules and expectations let me down these days.
Best to make loose plans and adjust as needed.
In fact, isn’t that what the world needs most now?