habitual metamorphosis indeed.
There is no routine, the only constant in our life is the consistency of change.
Last night my son brought home his very first homework assignment. Bum, bum baaaaaaaa.
From now on he is to write one sentence, sometimes in spanish and sometimes in english, and he also has to read us four stories a night, again two in spanish and two in english.
This relatively small assignment took us an entire half hour last night.
The problem was that we didn’t start our work until after dinner. Which meant that my son was extra slap-happy (completely endearing, and at the same time totally irritating.)
By the time we got through reading his spanish book my son was right there on the edge of overwhelmed. I knew if I pushed just a little bit harder my boy’s restless laughter would shift to straight-up stressed-out weeping in no time.
This plan’s not going to work.
Time for a new routine.
My initial thought is “let’s do this as soon as you get home.”
I am the very opposite of a procrastinator. I’d rather push through a project while I’m ill prepared and under staffed rather then wait for reinforcements.
I like to get stuff done.
So my traditional self would force my boy to go straight from the school to homework. But, already I know that just won’t work.
It won’t work because currently Cyclone can barely manage to put his backpack in the house before he starts playing with our neighbor boys.
I fully believe that this “free-time” my boy has to play is important for his brain, his soul, his psyche. BUT, I also believe this time is important for our boys. (Our neighborhood boys that is.)
I am so convicted by the idea of community and I am DETERMINED to take my connection to this world seriously.
I believe that my son playing with these boys, these young men relaxing in my yard, I just believe that this connection is good. . . that it is important.
This is a safe time for these young men to decompress after a long day. All three of them are in vastly different school environments: one is home schooled, one is in public school, and my boy is in a dual language charter school–but they all need time to relax.
I LOVE that they want to be outside, together. They’re not playing video games or watching TV. They are out in the fresh air–climbing trees, building forts, playing tag. It’s awesome.
SO, I’m going to ignore my regular “get-er-done” instincts and encourage this playtime for our neighborhood.
But, this does mean I’m going to have to change somethings up.
I believe our new system will look something like this:
- Pick up the boy at 4,
- Let the boyz-in-the-hood play in our yard until 5:30
- Homework at 5:30
- Dinner at 6
- Family-time until 8
- Then story/bed time.
Do you see what’s missing in that schedule??
I usually start making dinner around 5:30 or so, if that becomes homework time I’m gonna have to prep even earlier. UUUUUUUUGH!
Time to be flexible, Trina.
I know this sounds small, and I suppose it is, but cooking dinner is not really my favorite.
I desperately want to keep our play-time with the boys, and keep homework-time pleasant, and keep eating dinner as a family. . . well, somethings gotta give.
And. . . I think it’s me.
It’s cutting into my sit and read time, but I suppose I can accommodate.
Anything to avoid faces like this:
Awe, look how tired. Look at my sons frustrated stance.
The times, they are a changing.