Home preschool has been going well. Just like anything these days, some days are better than others behavior-wise with the boys. The program is really intended for Leo, and in the past I've done my best to try to get Jules down for a nap so that Leo can really enjoy the special time with the teacher...and because I think he learns better that way too...(picture trying to count and build with wooden blocks and then having your 2 year-old brother come and knock the blocks down!) We've been doing the program twice a week for several months now, and I've definitely noticed that Leo is much better behaved and gets more out of the program when Jules is napping. Once I figured that out, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I'd plan my day around the teacher coming over, and I'd try my absolute hardest to get Jules down for a nap. Most days it worked, some days it didn't. But now I'm finding that MOST days it DOESN'T work, and only very occasionally will Jules nap anymore. So I've had to just accept that this is my life, that this is Leo's life, this is Jules' life, and this is Joni's life...someone will always be crying, I will try to teach my children to share, I will try to give them one-on-one time to the best of my ability...but things aren't always going to be perfect, and I am still learning that everyday...and each day I think I'm getting a little better at accepting that...sibilings are gifts...as my friend Lindsay recently said, "You can always create alone time for yourself when you're older, but you can never create a sibling out of thin air."
This is kind of off topic, but related to letting go of perfection...just yesterday we had to choose a faucet for the new house. I had no idea, but apparently new kitchen faucets are quite costly, ranging from around $200 to $400! We had one on hand that was nice, but a little scratched and rusty. Ben said he was sure I'd veto it and insist on getting a new one. Nope. I've come to a place where a little rust and a little scratch are really no big deal. Really. They're not. I can think of other things to spend $200-$400 on. And in the end, my children will never complain that their childhood faucet wasn't brand new. These are the things in life I used to think were important. They're not.
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Great point about the imperfect faucet. And I love that line about having alone time later, but how we can't create siblings out of thin air. It's so true. My DH resumes business travel next week, so tonight he was asking how I think I'll manage bedtime of all three by myself. I replied immediately, "I think there will be children crying involved." I just won't be able to meet everyone's needs all at once!
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