How many times can I blame construction for our late arrival at preschool? As a choir director, I always say if you are 20 minutes late, okay, something legit happened. But if you are 3-5 minutes late, then you could have been on time. Yes, there is nasty construction surrounding my house and mildly awful construction surrounding preschool, and yes, every day I hope it will be miraculously gone so we can get there as fast as we did last year. And every day, I am disappointed. And late. It is time to face the cruel reality, that it’s going to take me 5-10 minutes longer to get Fluffy to preschool this year. Knife-twisting in chest motion.
I started posting Nikki’s comment to Trivial Decision Making, but realized this is a separate post. She writes:
“The fanciness of your blog is preventing me from commenting using my ipad….but I figured it’s better to send you my comment than to put it off and never do it:
A month ago, I standardized my breakfast (steel cut oats and fruit compote), my work clothes (gray pants and black shirt) and my morning routine (shower first, then make breakfast). And I want to bear my testimony that removing all of these trivial decisions from my mornings has made them 800% more pleasant for everyone. I’m really noticeably happier and less stressed out in general. And I’m not at all sick of eating the same breakfast and wearing the same outfit every day (it’s different black shirts, in case you were wondering about the smell factor).
I’m so on board! I am thrilled and proud to say that we are in the habit of getting Fluffy’s reading, writing, and math lessons done in the morning while Kent and I do Insanity, but after that, it’s kind of a wreck. Every day we fumble around trying to figure out what we have time for that day.
I will get rid of the following decisions in the morning in order to save time and brain power:
1. What Fluffy’s going to wear:
Last year I used to pick out Fluffy’s preschool outfits for the week and hang them in order in her closet. This year I’ve tried to give her more responsibility for dressing herself. The result is that she wastes a lot of time looking through all her clothes and then puts on a tank top in 50 degree weather. No longer.
2. What Fluffy and I are going to eat.
Right now, if we have time I ask Fluffy whether she wants cereal, waffles or oatmeal–unless we have extra time to make bacon and eggs–or not enough time so that we eat hot pockets in the car on the way. She never knows what she wants, and neither do I. Henceforth we are having hot pockets until I can no longer stand them.
3. Whether I shower before preschool drop off and what to wear.
On Wednesdays I will shower and put on jeans so I won’t be late for errands. The other days I’m just going in my Insanity-work-out-sweaty-gross disgustingness. I’ll make friends with the other mommies when I pick her up….
4. Whether to dress the boys before or after the preschool drop off.
Their breakfast at least is completely standardized. I’m deferring the dressing till after. We’ll put on jeans after the diaper change since that’s most efficient, but that’s it. They don’t have to come into the school, so they are fine in their PJ tops with no socks or shoes. I’ll figure out what they are wearing later. Maybe I’ll even set up their week’s worth of clothes when I do Fluffy’s!! Oh, this is feeling so right. It must be the spirit.
Just to undercut the whole premise, I don’t actually consider clothing choice to be a trivial decision. For practical purposes, the clothes need to be appropriate, and because life is not worth living without beauty, children’s clothes ought to delight the eye, and my clothes ought to make me feel good about myself. I know I’ll be happier getting those decisions under control, though.