It's supposed to be relaxing, enjoyable family time. But it takes us out of our routine. Our beloved, so important daily routine. It makes the holiday weekends harder to appreciate.
I'm having trouble mustering up excitement for summer, too, as far as that goes.
I realize this is supposed to be special, quality time and I try not to wish it away, but I'm not the only one who doesn't really enjoy it. The boys struggle all weekend long with no therapy and no school, no matter what else we do.
This morning the boys were all "bus? bus?" And Aliza told them "nope, no bus today, boys."
And so they began to tear things apart and look for trouble.
|They know I keep stuff they can't have on top of the fridge. So they were hunting.|
In order for holiday weekends, and any time that takes us out of our routine, to go smoothly and happily, we have to have a plan. An organized, stringent, minute-by minute, detailed strategy of what we are going to do during that time.
And that is not relaxing.
What are we going to do today? Don't know yet. And that isn't a good sign.
Happily, Grandpa is coming over to hang out with us, so the kids won't outnumber the grown ups today.