We started back to school last week. It felt good to get back into a routine of sorts. The children seem happy to be back, and eager to learn their new subjects. Mostly anyway. Latin has been fun.
We’ve been using the same curriculum since my oldest was in second grade. Our sixth child is starting second grade this year. And as far as we can tell, she’s our last. So, it’s the last time I will be going through this particular routine. It’s odd. And I find myself getting somewhat sentimental about the whole thing. We put the phonics curriculum away for good. The girls asked if they can use it with their children one day, so I’m keeping it. That just made me smile. They liked it quite well.
Faith is learning history formally for the first time. She loves it. I’ve been down this road a few times. From Creation through present day (we go chronologically through history). So, I am savoring the teaching, watching her see what new horizons are out there.
I’ve been sort of on autopilot for the last couple of years. You know, same song different verse. Just do the next thing and keep going.
I recently asked on The Virtuous Wife Facebook page if people schedule their week or fly by the seat of their pants. I’m curious about how people attack life (or ease into it, as the case may be…). Someone flipped it around on me and asked what I do.
Ha! I don’t feel quite so “virtuous” by my reality. I like the idea of a schedule, but in all honesty, I tend to fly.
This year is different though. I’ve returned to my old days of schooling: I have a plan mapped out. Days on the calendar. Checklists. The whole shebang.
And contrary to what I assumed it would be, I find it to be quite liberating. I feel more in control and like we can actually do this thing well. No more guesswork. No more checking at the end of the year to make sure we schooled enough days {and running into July to fill those missed days}. I know what we have to do. THEY know what they have to do. And they are as excited as I am. They love the idea of checking off their lists (I made lists for them also.). I feel like I actually have more time in my day to do the other things that are important to get done. Like laundry. And cooking. And a host of other things that are important to the running of my home.
So, what was my impetus to get organized? Honestly, it is my desire to honor my husband. He is the classic Type A guy. Super duper organized, prepared, straightforward guy. And he married a stacker, an “I’ll get to it later” girl. And, as patient as he is, I know it drives him crazy. I know it. And I’ve ignored it most of our married life. Oh, I have dreams and desires to be more organized. But, when the rubber meets the road, I’m busy flying from task to task, hoping I didn’t forget anything majorly important. Like dinner. {They really do like to eat EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. What’s with that?} And I know that, while I get a lot accomplished in a given day, I don’t get as much done as perhaps I could if I had a plan.
So I have a plan.
I organized my laundry room and school room this summer. It makes the task of putting things where they belong so much easier, cutting out wasted time in searching for that one thing I can’t find because I don’t quite know where I put it. I can breathe again.
So, do you have a plan? Are you super organized? I know some women who are incredibly so. Do you fly from task to task, hoping nothing major is being forgotten? Good thing children and pets squawk when they are hungry, huh?
But, what would your husband like you to do? Does he have a desire for your home to be run in a way that is contrary to how it is actually run? Do you make his priorities your priorities? That’s the hard one. That dying to self and serving others thing. I resisted for so long because I was afraid of losing control over my schedule. What schedule? Well, the idea that I can meet an emergency that arose, or a friend who needed help or time. But the thing is, I was wrong. I actually now have that freedom because I know where I am. My children can stick to the plan even if I’m not sitting right beside them. They have it mapped out for them.
Don’t be like me. The stubborn part anyway. If your husband is asking you to change something in the way you run your home, try it. You might be surprised, like me, that his insight is actually very wise and will be helpful to you.
I’m thankful that my husband is very patient, gentle, kind, not demanding . He has never forced his way with this. He has encouraged, suggested, requested, yet giving me the leeway to make the final decision about my day. He is so understanding towards my heart in it all. But I wish I had made more effort years ago. He really is a smart guy. I don’t know what I was so afraid of.
Now, let’s see how long I will maintain this new routine and schedule. I pray it will be for good!