Allow me to paint a picture for you:
I am in the kitchen scurrying around, mixing this, measuring that, attempting to get a family meal put together. In the background, Rachel Ray is instructing me how to cook something in less than 30 minutes in a uber-friendly voice (Yes, I have a TV in the kitchen to watch Food Network. Yes, my husband bought it for me years ago. Yes, he rocks.) Evelyn is holding onto my leg, whining. Isaac is wondering aloud how 5:15pm could possibly not be a great time for finger painting at the table. Tobe just walked in the door from work and is digging through the cupboards in search of some sort of nourishment before supper.
Some days this scenario is just plain chaos.
On these days, I feel like I have stood in the middle of a three-ring circus on Ritalin and almost fall into my chair at the table due to complete mental exhaustion. Forget eating, I simply want to complain of a tummy ache and hide out in the bathroom while everyone else dines.
Knowing that I am the master of my happiness (Oprah didn’t have to tell me this…I just know), I have decided to take hold of this crazy time of day and turn it into something positive.
The best way I know how to do that is with a schedule. Schedules make me happy, they allow me to always be prepared, and *hopefully* it will allow me to sit at the dinner table and feel blessed by my family and by the food without thinking of how quickly I could make it out the back door before anyone noticed (Likely, Tobe would notice rather quickly, as I would have to scramble over him to get to said door.). Besides, I think a lot of the hectic nature of this time is created by the fact that the kids are antsy and need some structure (*).
I think my schedule might look something like this:
Mondays: Craft/Snack Time at table
Tuesdays: Video Time (Tuesdays and Wednesdays are CRAZY days due to preschool, which pushes naptime back and a little video time would be enjoyed by all. Besides, just today at school Isaac correctly identified “Ode to Joy” and “Flight of the Bumblebee” during music…all learned on Little Einsteins. Television can be educational and a life saver at times, my friends.)
Wednesdays: Music Time. Crank up the Disney CD’s, pull out the instruments, and allow the kids to go crazy while I silently repeat “Patience. Patience. Patience.” in the kitchen.
Thursdays: Room Play. Often times the kids play in the living room or kitchen, however the toys are kept in their rooms. I think it is time to introduce the lovely art of playing in one’s room on a regular basis. They do enjoy being together, so I believe they could play in either/both rooms.
Fridays: Participation Night. Friday night is homemade pizza night at casa de phillips. I have been slacking on allowing the kids to participate in cooking lately. Pizza night is the perfect time for one or both (Lord, help me) to help out in the kitchen.
Obviously this is just a basic plan on how to survive the witching hours of a late afternoon with young children. Most likely it will completely unravel some days and totally be obsolete on others. However, it is a plan. A plan that allows me to save supper and my sanity…one dinner at a time.
Share your thoughts/ideas/strategies/questions/stories on how you deal with this time of day with children under foot.
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* FYI: Our whole day is not super-structured. Yes, we go by a daily schedule. However, I am not running a preschool over here in which I gracefully move the children from one activity to the other during the course of a day, while singing songs from “The Sound of Music.” I wish it were that peaceful and I think wearing Julie Andrews’ type aprons would be fun…but, alas, that is not our reality at casa de phillips.