Some thoughts on thoughtfulness

Giving is good for the soulSomeone did something very thoughtful for me today. My dear aunt brought over some supper for me. She knew that my kids and I have been sick for a while and she wanted to help. It was fantastic! And I’m not just talking about the cooking. Being able to take one night off from the never-ending suppertime routine changed the whole tone of what could have been an otherwise rough night. But even better was the fact that someone was thinking of me enough to go to the trouble of making food and then bringing it over to my house. It made me feel happy, and it made me feel special.

And that got me thinking about thoughtfulness (again). It’s always in the back of my mind, because I really enjoy doing thoughtful things for other people. It’s so fun to see their happiness and excitement, and to know that the thing I did brought them joy … giving is good for the soul.

But I don’t get around to it much anymore, now that I have kids. Why? Because being thoughtful takes work. It requires planning. Time. Energy. Extra steps. And even though I have great intentions, this well-meaning item on my to-do list just moves further and further down as things get busy and life gets chaotic.

So instead of giving up on it entirely, I really want to make this a priority in my life. I’ve decided I’m going to try to do one thoughtful thing each week for the rest of this year. It doesn’t have to be anything grandiose or dramatic; sometimes the small things are the most meaningful.

To help get me started, I’m going to borrow a few things out of the playbooks of some especially thoughtful people (you know who you are! And if you don’t, well, then I guess I have to be more thoughtful about acknowledging the thoughtful people in my life : )

Some simple ideas:

  • Email someone a funny or sweet picture that reminds you of them
  • Go ahead and set up that lunch date you’ve been meaning to schedule
  • Call someone you haven’t talked to in forever
  • Write a hand-written letter or card
  • Bring someone a coffee
  • If you’re a hugger, give a bunch of them out
  • Make someone a mini care package to help them get through whatever craziness is going on in their life right now
  • Schedule a fun outside activity like biking, hiking or even just going for a quick walk with a friend

Setting yourself up for success:

  • Add friends’ and extended family members’ birthdays and anniversaries to your Google calendar (with reminders!)
  • Buy some cards for all occasions. A very thoughtful woman once told me that she periodically goes to the store and gets all of the nice cards she sees, so she always has something on hand when needed.
  • Create a stash of generic adult and kid gifts. A few super smart women I know do this. You don’t think you’d run into that many situations where you’d need an emergency gift, but it turns out that yes, yes you do! So it’s nice to be prepared.

I hope this helps you feel a little inspired and motivated, too – because this crazy world can always use a little more sunshine! And everyone deserves to feel a little bit special. So c’mon friends, let’s get out there and spread some happiness : )

Getting our groove back with a bedtime routine

Mom time

It’s not even 9 p.m. and all the kids are in bed! Cheers to this wonderful new routine!

“WHY IS PARENTING SO EXHAUSTING?!” This is a question I’ve been exclaiming quite a bit lately. Everywhere I turn, there’s another thing that requires a goodly amount of patience and energy. And a lot of those things have to do with bedtime for my wild little boys: Brushing their teeth. Getting them in their pajamas. Helping them wind down. Reading them stories. Tucking them in bed. Dealing with their 82,375 attempts to stay up just a liiiiitle bit longer … yeesh.

So it’s no wonder that after my daughter was born five months ago, the boys’ already-lax bedtime routine quickly became extinct. My husband, God bless him, isn’t the most … consistent person in the world. So he wasn’t too invested in getting the boys to bed in any sort of a routine fashion. And I was so exhausted from caring for a newborn that I could barely stay awake after supper. Between the hours of 7 and 9 p.m., I’d take every opportunity possible to lay on the couch with my eyes half closed. During this time I’d half-heartedly yell things to the boys, like “Go brush your teeth! Get some jammies on! Get in bed!”

Yeah, that totally didn’t work. Because they are 3 and 5. And they can’t put themselves to bed. Duh. But even faced with these very logical facts, I kept wishing and hoping that one day they would just magically jump in their beds and fall asleep like little angels. That kind of desperate and delusional thinking started a downward spiral …

At first it was kind of funny. The boys’ version of getting ready for bed consisted of stripping down to their undies and chewing on their toothbrush for a minute or two. Then, in a (rather successful) attempt to stay up as late as possible, they would put on a full-fledged variety show for us. This ridiculously cute display would go on and on until they got so wild that someone would undoubtedly injure themselves from sheer sleep-deprived clumsiness. Then we’d finally chase them downstairs and put their nearly hysterical buns into bed. It was not a good system.

Soon, our whole family was suffering. The boys were staying up until 9, then 9:30, then 10 — which meant that our new little bundle of joy was also getting to bed later and later, and that made her progressively less joyful (aka crying for an hour or more). Sometimes it was 10:30 or 11 before we had all of the kids down for the night. As a result, my hubby and I had no time left to unwind — unless we wanted to party like rockstars and stay up until midnight watching some garbage-y shows on Netflix.

The later we all stayed up, the crabbier everyone got (duh again). When my sister would drop her girls off at 6:30 a.m., I’d lay in bed until the very last second, dreading the sound of her van pulling up in the driveway. After I reluctantly dragged my butt out of bed, I’d spend the next hour feeling super guilty because I knew I was a hot, grumpy mess as I tried to wake up. Not an awesome time for the kids, I’m sure! And the boys weren’t getting out of bed until 8 or 8:30 a.m., which I knew would be a big issue once the school year started.

There were other unforeseen consequences: My 5-year-old got a cavity because I wasn’t helping him brush his teeth properly before bed. My 3-year-old started waking up and crying at night, when usually he’s a great sleeper. And because the boys were getting to bed so late, I was skipping the bedtime books. That meant I wasn’t regularly reading to them anymore, and that’s something that’s really important to me.

School time finally rolled around, which gave me great motivation to make a change. I decided to establish a bedtime routine and follow it as best as I could (even on the weekends. Especially on the weekends!). For us, that routine starts at 8 p.m. I’ve found that the key is standing right next to the kids and doing each step with them (versus just telling them to do something — they are too easily distracted if we’re not right there). Our routine goes like this:

  • Walk the boys downstairs
  • Help them find their jammies
  • Carefully supervise their teeth brushing
  • Turn on the music in their room
  • Have them each pick out a book
  • Sit next to them on the floor and read
  • Say prayers
  • Hugs and kisses
  • Lights out

The first week was kinda rough because they were still used to going to bed much later and this quicker, more straight-forward process wasn’t what they were expecting. But soon afterward, things started to click. There wasn’t (as much) crying and whining before bed. Then they started doing some of the steps on their own because the routine was becoming more … routine.

It wasn’t long before we started seeing some of the benefits: Our 5-year-old now gets up at a decent hour (about 7 a.m., which is perfect for school). Our 3-year-old still wakes up from time to time, but overall he is sleeping much better. Our 5-month-old is now going to bed at about 8:30 p.m. and she’s sleeping through the night (hooray!). As a result, me and the hubs get some time to ourselves each night! I can’t say I’m really making the most of this precious gift (I’m just drinking beer instead of doing helpful things like prepping for the next day, exercising or sleeping). But let’s just take some baby steps here and focus on the little victories : )

I guess what I’ve (re)learned through all of this is yes, parenting IS exhausting. But it’s a good kind of exhausting — for the most part : ) And you really do get out of it what you put into it. The things that are the hardest are usually the things that are the most important and beneficial in the long run. So stay strong, mommas! (And dads too : ) You can do this. Find your motivation; stock up on the essentials like beer, coffee and jasmine tea; turn on a sweet Pandora station and get to it!

A grand biking adventure

Biking with the kids

Taking a quick break from the intense leg workout.

Was it a result of being overly optimistic? Was it because the sun was finally shining warm and bright? Or was it because I had absolutely nothing planned and wanted to make the most of this precious together time with my kiddos? Yes, yes and yes. All of the above reasons contributed to my most recent biking adventure.

It all started when I uttered the words, “Hey, how about we all go biking?” It seemed innocent enough…

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