This is very exciting for me. I love having my children home all day. My littlest two still nap, so I’m always really happy to have my Magoo home with me for company during nap time.
But it’s also terrifying.
This means eleven weeks of absolute freedom. No real schedule. The most important activity we will have scheduled will be story time at the library. We just face hours upon endless hours of unstructured time.
And if I have any enemy, it is unstructured time. It’s where depression hides when it wants to spook me and catch me unaware.
But I’m also really hopeful.
We finally have time to do all the stuff we didn’t have time for during the school year. We can read a lot more. We can play outside. We can take trips to the park and the zoo and anywhere else we want to go. And we won’t be cooped up inside.
So I’m trying to figure out how to marry the two – the possibility with the pitfalls.
And I realized that one of my biggest obstacles will be the occasional bad day. The kind of bad days that we all have. Stumbles, missteps, frustration.
Bad days are inevitable in life.
My problem is that I usually don’t see them as bad days. I see them as the beginning of a trend, an inevitable slide into misery.
And so today, on this first day of summer break, I am promising myself that I will embrace my bad days. I will remember that they need not become a trend. I will write it all over my walls if need be, but I will not allow myself to forget it.
And I’ll take care of myself on those days. I’ll allow myself a little leeway. I won’t berate myself for things I haven’t gotten done or patience I wasn’t able to grasp.
I will take them; I will accept them; I will embrace them, and then I will put them behind me.
Because we all have bad days. The trick is to remember that.