I have been thinking about all the things you’re supposed to do first thing in the morning. Eat breakfast as soon as you wake up. Wait, first drink a glass of water. Exercise first thing. Meditate ditto. Write before you do anything else… if we do all the things we’re supposed to do first thing in the morning, morning takes all day. Or at least, two hours.
I forgot to mention the cold shower, the body massage, the oil pulling. And, and tooth brushing, of course. Of course, brush your teeth…
I like slow, unhurried mornings. At the same time, I also really value my early morning productivity. When I start doing ALL THE THINGS first thing in the morning, I usually make a good dent in them by 10 a.m. And I feel accomplished, productive, peaceful, and not guilty for being lazy for the rest of the day. And then, I can have breakfast, mediate, exercise, shower etc. etc.
Anyway. I’m sharing this with you because I’m trying a new morning routine. Which I won’t share with you because parts of it embarrass me a little. But my old morning routine, which was pretty functional for a long while, has suddenly stopped working.
So. I’m changing it.
Disrupting some habits.
Telling Julia Cameron I’m not so sure about those morning pages. Of course, I’m telling her so while I write my morning pages. Funny.
Telling my cup of coffee that I gave her up before and I can give her up again if she’s again become a destructive habit rather than a pleasure.
Yes, I talk with my habits.
I am writing in the kitchen. It’s Sunday morning. The teenagers are asleep. Sean is cooking oatmeal. Ender is watching a show on his computer. I don’t know where the dog is. The house is cold, because it’s barely zero degrees outside.
This is a happy moment.
another happy moment
This Friday, we meet with the homeschool facilitator. After 11 years of homeschooling (if you start at Cinder’s grade one year, more if you start counting the day he dropped out of the second day of preschool), I’m blasé. She’s new and very enthusiastic. She wants to meet with us in January to discuss the kids’ halfway progress, help me fill out the report card. I sigh.
“We’ll come, of course, if you want us to,” I tell her. “But I don’t need it.”
“Some parents have a hard time filling out the report card,” she says.
“That’s because the report card is stupid,” I say. “I don’t actually fill it out. It’s designed by bureaucrats who understand neither homeschooling nor learning. It’s a waste of my time.”
I used to print out the report cards, fill in the kids’ names, and write N/A – see progress report across the rest of it in giant letters.
Then the report cards got longer and longer and I stopped printing them out. Save the trees.
I think I used to be a homeschool advocate. Now I’m just a “omg, institutions are so broken, I don’t even” crank.
But my facilitator is a functionary of the institution. I won’t punish her for having to do her job.
I won’t fill out the report card, though.
Facilitator: And what are you doing for language arts with Flora?
Jane: She’s working on her fourth or fifth novel, so… not much.
Flora: I might need to junk it, though. I don’t like my main character.
I’m having the same problem. We commiserate.
The facilitator doesn’t ask me what I’m doing for language arts with Ender. Which is good, because right now, that seems to consist mostly of him reading and writing “poop.”
Cinder went through that phase too.
I was going to show you how many meatballs Ender can eat at Ikea but I was too late
I like my kids this week, although they’re also frustrating.
And I’m a bit on edge, everything irritates me.
I’m reading a lot about Ayurveda these days, so I decide my doshas are out of balance. Also, change of seasons. Or, peri-menopause.
Or, just overall fatigue.
But it was a good week. A full week. A productive week. A pivotal week.
Thank you, September.
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