Right now...

The bane of my existence is the day to day routine.  More specifically, the day to day routine of my children.  There is a distinct challenge that faces divorced parents (well, I suppose more so if they are actually interested in  actually co-parenting their children-which fortunately, my ex husband and I are) because often, the routine is different from one house to another.  This results in the inevitable "well we don't have to do that at Dad's house" or "Dad said..." (I am sure he gets it to in reverse, but I don't see it)

We have talked them through it, written checklists, tried to explain the benefits to everyone involved if the routine is followed...and its not really getting us anywhere.  My children were just looking at me like an alien when I asked them to prep their lunches and school bags for tomorrow.  Like they had never heard of such a thing.  Avery asked me to write it all down for her, and that's when I lost it.  Because I had written it all down for her.  On the checklist.  That we created a few weeks ago.  And hung on the wall.  In plain sight.  Sigh.

I am aware that it doesn't help that I am a control freak.  I like my ducks in a row.  I like a plan.  I don't like to rush through the morning trying to remember everything we forgot to do the night before.  But I also think I am doing them a huge disservice doing everything for them, just to soothe my OCD about the situation.

So I guess I just keep flipping out.  Or rushing around.  Or make another damn checklist for myself that has a reminder to nag my kids.

Its a good thing they are cute.

Don't worry.  Those aren't their real noses.  I swear.
PS Jack is currently in the shower singing Aerosmith's Dream On at the top of his lungs.  I guess I will keep them.