“Are you going to die?” my four-year-old son asked.
You’d think this would be his first time asking such a question. I mean he’s only 4 years old.
I planned on mopping, prepping homeschool stuff, and folding some laundry. The first day back from a weekend like this, alone with the kids, is HARD. I don’t want to be rushing in the morning and feeling overwhelmed.
Honestly, most of the lists, goals, plans that my husband and I have made year after year have not come to fruition.
Don’t be tempted to become enslaved to the title you’ve arrested yourself under and thereby become a faithful servant to that “title” instead of the Lord.
I am my best comparison. Some moms make their kids meals from scratch every day, some are super organized and have weekly toy rotations, some have detailed curriculums and homeschool like Harvard professors, some dress their kid to the nine, and some have sleep trained and potty trained their child by the age of 2.
I personally don’t like arts and crafts. I feel stressed thinking about following strict times to do things. I prefer to stay home all day and do home activities (this quarantine was an easy adjustment). But do you know what I do love?