Next year things are going to be very different. I just wrote down our weekly plan and BOY OH BOY! We are going to be super busy. Work, home business, study, playgroup, MOPS, gym, playdates. Somewhere we’ll fit in cleaning and cooking. Oh thank heavens we have the Thermomix!
I’ve got to get a big wall planner I think. Next year will take a lot of planning but is totally doable.
Busy people get things done.
The kids will love it. So many different experiences and people, friends and playmates, they will be exposed to so many different learning opportunities and they have each other to share them with. Brilliant.
It’s going to be all about time management, as I talked about yesterday.
I was thinking about it yesterday, I don’t know how it’s going to look, how I’m going to feel, will it be hectic? Will I be busy? Will I be tired? Will we be happy?
I just don’t know. So I’m visualizing what could be. Busy. Happy. Loving life. Getting it done. Kids happy. Husband happy. Kids thriving in 2 day a week daycare.
This leads me to another point.
In spite of my excitment about what is to come in the next 6-12 months, I am getting annoyed with the underhanded comments about my plans to send the children to daycare 2 days a week. Daycare isn’t a prison, child care workers are trained professionals and I am happy with my choice. 2 days a week. 5 minutes drive from where I’m working. Shockingly I believe it may even be good for them! I believe they’ll enjoy themselves! I know it will work well for us and if it doesn’t we’ll change things.
So where does this leave me? Nervous, excited, waiting, hoping… I can’t wait! Although the thought that my itty bitty baby will be 2 freaks me out just a little bit.