I've done something dumb. Or brilliant. Or both. sigh.
I have believed in "The Siesta!" here at the house for years. Preaching it. Touting it to my friends. Every kid down for a nap every day! Until they are 18! Everyone needs quiet whether you sleep or not! This AMAZING nap time ensures I will get at least 3 hours (3?! wha?) to myself everyday. This is the time I choose to eat bonbons and watch muh stories. (Wrong. I scrub toilets and fold clothes and one million small things). BUT.
Something has gone awry.
These heathens are growing up. Lola is getting into stuff like a Tasmanian devil. Max is nuts. Z constantly wants to play. I don't know how to get everyone to settle down enough to thoroughly teach a Cooper in 4 hours a day what he needs to survive at Life. Enter my 3 hour heaven. hmph.
Things are running a bit smoother now. Handwriting and a catechism activity in the morning while chaos ensues, Phonics, Math, Spelling and Vocabulary during naptime. It works so much better because he can look into my eyeballs and know I'm paying attention and not chasing monkeys. In the evening while I'm making dinner we pick up any little pieces we may have missed. I'm just having an interesting time now trying to not put History on the backburner all the dang time. Coop's just not that into it and its so easy to just... not do it. I'm tired of worrying about History. (Or Science... but I think I'll tackle that during the summer...)
Giving up my precious alone time hasn't been too hard, I guess. It's actually begun flowing pretty well. I'm still working out the kinks. Coop walked up to me this morning with a Goosebumps book and said, "I'd like to read this, but when do I have quiet time now?" I hung my head. sighed. twisted my face. rolled my eyes.
"I dunno. I'll figure it out."