Seems like an afterthought: you.
We didn’t choose this homeschool lifestyle to eek out more time for ourselves. Seems like an oxymoron.
Yet, quickly we discover that we are spent. There is more time picking up after people. We don’t just find pony tails and hair clips in strange places. Now we’re finding markers and erasers. There is more time managing whining, complaining, noise and sibling arguments. Oh, and then we need to figure out how to get them to listen to our math or grammar lessons. Parenting on amphetamines; an awful lot of energy is expended.
And as every mama knows: If mama ain’t happy, nobody’s happy.
So when people ask me if I get time for myself, I see many raised eyebrows when I tell them I get more time now than when they were in school. Because I am in control of my time and schedule, I can do that. But I also have to; I need to. My identity is mother, but it’s not mother alone. I am separate.
I make time for exercise because it burns mental tension and sends happy hormones into my brain. I continue tweeking my diet, even using supplements and loads of fruits and veggies, because food is fuel and useful fuel enables me to think clearly and function highly. I insert daily moments of happy: reading inspirational words, latte breaks, journalling, chats with friends, pinterest. I pursue self-development: reading about writing, an afternoon away to write, writing groups, or wherever my curiousities take me.
Naturally, there is only so much time in the day though. So I’ve had to subtract an awful lot to include me in it. As Rumi so eloquently said it, “Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you love. It will not lead you astray”.