The Routine Nazi
*Edited! Dance Commentary Below
I try to be, and I think I am, for the most part, a relaxed mama.
I let Cakes lead the way during the day, deciding what she wants to do. I try to strike a balance between outdoor activity, music, fine motor play, and reading. I try to represent each food group at every meal. But I don’t get too hung up on this stuff.
The one area where I am inflexible is Cakes’ routine. She goes for her nap at around 11 and to bed by 7. I will miss out on things I’d like to do rather than fuck with the routine.
You see, we have been blessed with a good sleeper and I don’t want to mess it up (dear sleep gods, please don’t punish me for daring to voice this aloud). Like I’ve said before, there are many days when I feel a great sense of relief when she goes to bed. Papa and I like to have a quiet, relaxed dinner and a glass of wine. When we want to be social, we invite someone over or go next-door. We waited a long time for our wee backyard so we’re happy to stay here and enjoy it.
Yet, reading Scarbie’s post the other day got me thinking, maybe I should lighten up. Maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she goes to bed an hour or two later once in awhile. Maybe she’d actually sleep in! It would be nice to have the freedom to actually go out as a family after 7 pm.
Do I dare tickle the dragon? I don’t know if I’m brave enough.
Routine, poutine. Let's party.
Zoolander, The Musical
Dance was so good tonight.
The performance of the night, for me, was Tranji. Loved, loved, loved it.
I'm not going to pick a winner. Whenever I do, it's the kiss of death for the poor sucker. They're all fantastic.
Go, Benji, go!
Shit. Couldn't help it.
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