On Thursday afternoons, every Thursday afternoon without fail, I take the kids grocery shopping.
Last week however, I made a completely uncharacteristic decision to take the girls on a road trip … on a Thursday. Did I mention I do the groceries on Thursdays?
I guess you could say I’m a bit of a planner. I like to be organised and feel in control. Both of my daughters have a routine and I stick to those routines fairly closely.
I can be flexible, but I like a little notice. *Hangs head in shame*. Okay, who am I kidding? If someone asks me to veer from my trusty schedule, I have a mini meltdown akin to my three-year-old when she’s given her dinner on the Peter Rabbit plate instead of the Snow White one.
It’s not that I don’t want to try new things with the girls, I do. I enviously watch my friends get out and about doing cool stuff with their kids all the time and wish I could do the same.
BC (Before children), I was always out and about, hanging out with friends, and trying new things. I flew by the seat of my pants.
I realised recently that I’ve forgotten what winging it is like, what doing things on the spur of the moment is like. Since I’ve had kids, I’ve clung to my schedule, our routines, the familiarity for dear life. It makes me feel safe and in control. I focus on what I know will get me through the day with as little stress as possible. I focus on keeping everything and everyone calm, happy, and in control. I keep it local and that keeps us sane.
Since our semi-disastrous first family holiday though, I’ve felt I owe it to the girls to broaden their horizons. With Smiley (14 months) sleeping less during the day and Curly-locks (three) generally well behaved, I think we may be ready to mix things up a little.
So, when I had an opportunity to visit my 92-year-old Grandma, my 89-year-old Grandma and my 91-year-old Great Aunt, I jumped at it. I know these gorgeous girls won’t be around forever and I need to cherish every single second I have with them now.
As I veered off from our routine and onto the motorway I desperately fought the voices in my head begging me not to leave the safety of the known – ‘You hate driving on the motorway, Smiley will crack it because she’s missed her sleep, the cupboards are bare!!!’ As I hit 110 on the speedo, I was so anxious I felt as though a dark force was closing in on me with its hands around my neck, but in just over an hour we made it to our destination and I let myself breathe.
You know what? That minor anxiety attack was totally worth it. Smiley did crack it, Curly-locks was moody at times, and the cupboards were bare, but for the most part the girls had a ball with their Great Grandmothers, Great Great Aunt, Great Aunty and my cousin.
Best of all, I realised that the girls and I can handle a little break from the routine now and then.
So watch out world, the Wilson girls are
throwing out setting aside the routine and taking the world by storm!
Are you ruled by routine or are you a little more adventurous than me when getting out and about with the kids?