Before children, I would re-set my life goals and dreams at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. I would eat like a Roman god on Thanksgiving with the promise that my new diet and exercise regimen would begin in a matter of weeks.
Starting January 1st, Year “Whatever”, I was going to be leaner, fitter and more productive. I would exercise more, train for a marathon, go back to school, and get a better job. In general, I would be Re-Born at the beginning of the “Year That Would Change My Life”. Whatever year that turned out to be.
Now that I have a school-age child, the world turns by the pages of the school calendar. Gone are any grandiose plans for getting into “summer shape”; I just want to make it to the end of the school break.
No longer is the end of the calendar year a marking point of time for me; August to May (in some parts of the United States, September to June) is now the beginning and end of life as I know it.
I have noticed that as the start of a new school year approaches, my dreams of a cleaner house, less harried mornings and calmer evening routines start to swirl around the approaching first day of school like the mists of a dream and I create a “plan”.
I have yet to put pen to paper – but I’m not procrastinating! – Starting August 9th, we are going to be on a schedule that would impress a Ferberized baby – chore charts, limited TV and iPad exposure, healthier meals, less conflicted homework time, more “family bonding” time – this is the year we become The Brady Bunch! (Cue theme song.)
As I daydream about the utopia that awaits me in mere days – a scheduled work-out plan, crock-pot meals started at breakfast and ready by dinner, and an early bed-time for all – I dutifully note that my daughter is entering the third grade and I have been through this same psychological torture for the exact same number of years.
I’ll be lucky if I make it through the first week, but my hopes are high and my spirit undaunted. Just like the two decades I spent before this, believing every year was the year that I was going to be in bikini shape, I charge into the future believing with all my heart that this is the year that I conquer life as a mom!
Be on the look-out for an update.