Despite never intending to have an overscheduled kid, this is where we seem to have landed. It’s not as intense or insane as it could be; we don’t generally find ourselves running from one thing to another in any given day, but we do have somewhere to get to every single day, including weekends. He’s only really got 2-3 “extra” activities during the week, but that’s all it takes for us to be constantly rushing, always trying to get somewhere on time, regularly setting deadlines for getting dressed and out of the house and in the car and on the way. And while yesterday was no exception in the morning (ballet begins at 11am and is a half hour away) the whole rest of the day was a free-for-all. It was just what we both needed.
We didn’t make our way home until close to 6pm — nearly bedtime. Eight hours in and out of stores, in and out of the car, three meals, multiple conversations, several games of “I Spy” and lots of giggling. No deadlines. No timeline. He was full of the love for me by the time he was out of the shower and snuggled in, reading stories. These days can’t be every day, but it could be yesterday.