Everything about life seems to involve scheduling in one way, shape or form. How we schedule determines how our day goes. If we mess it up, bad day. If we somehow manage to factor in every contingency, perfect day. However, most of the time, we make several mistakes and end up with a normal day.
For some reason lately I've been striving for perfection and forgetting that it's unattainable. The baby may or may not nap at exactly the same time as she did the day before. Kenneth may or may not get dressed when asked and may fall asleep in the car on the way to or from home resulting in a much later bedtime. The pressure to get the kids and I onto some kind of schedule is quite intense. I'm not even sure why. It seems that it's a cultural obsession rather than just an individual one.
Any advice column written for parents will mention scheduling. If your baby doesn't sleep through the night (which is normal by-the-way) or your toddler fights to go to bed or your teen sleeps til noon, it's all about the schedule. With such an emphasis on scheduling, why isn't there a formula that we can use? Yes, we're all different, but surely we can just plug in the numbers...
So what do we do when the baby needs a nap and the other kids need to go out and we just need an hour to get housework done? or one kid gets up at 7 and the other at noon? Now that summer's here can we just forget about the schedule and live moment to moment? I sure hope so 'cause I'm not any closer to figuring out the perfect schedule than I was yesterday.
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