I rolled over and woke up from a small nap. My feet hit the floor as soon as I stood up my mind immediately went to…
what are we going to do today?
What educational, exploration of the world will I plan for this random Tuesday evening? Ugh I’m so tired. I don’t want to plan anything but- but what?
Who will care? No one.
Who is going ask what’s your big plan for tonight? No one.
So why do I care? And I don’t mean I don’t care ever. I just mean why is there so much pressure. If we asked our moms “hey mom, when I was little what sensory bins did we do?” Or “what kind of activities did you plan for us on any normal day?” I’m sure for the majority of us it isn’t going to be some laundry list of awesomeness, actually I can almost guarantee my mom would laugh and asked what I mean. ‘What do you mean what did I plan for you? You were kids.’
My mom let us play in the back yard, we went to the library and checked out books, we occasionally walked around Kmart with blue icees- it wasn’t a high pressure situation to figure out what to do with us kids. We were kids.
But man oh man if you are a mom in 2019 there is a high probability you are aware of your lack of creativity and time management. I love a sensory bin like the next mom. But I find myself feeling less than because it’s freaking Tuesday, I just want the kids to watch Mickey Mouse clubhouse and play with monster trucks. And that’s where the problem lies.
I love having a platform here on my page and on my Instagram to showcase cool stuff we do. But I want to point out that between those square pictures we’re just watching Mickey Mouse in our mismatched clothing, playing with hot wheels, laying on a floor that needs to be vacuumed next to 3 loads of laundry that needs to be folded and waiting for bedtime like any other family.
Not everyday needs to be extraordinary because then they all become ordinary.