Slow Down. I keep repeating this mantra to myself. For some reason, I feel like I need to hurry it up. After all, it feels like everyone around me is in dépêche mode. The guy honking his horn at me at the traffic light. The woman tapping her fingernails impatiently in line at the grocery store. The long line of cars queued up in the drive-through of the fast-food joint.
Perhaps it is our family's recent transition from traditional schooling to homeschool this year that has increased my sensitivity to the rush around lifestyle. Just last year, I was on that same conveyor belt. Moving along at warp speed with everyone else.
Frankly, it was a blur. All we did was walk, drive, or bicycle from one place to another. All day. Everyday. The whole day was in transition. Get ready for school- Get dressed. Brush the teeth. Comb the hair. Eat the breakfast. Walk to school. While the kids moved from subject to subject in their classrooms, I went from chore to errand and from errand to chore.
Then, it was time to walk home from school. Throw off the backpacks. Change into the ballet tights, the ballet slippers, sculpt the bun. (If you have a kid in ballet school, you know what I'm talking about) Grab the violin case, the flute case, the piano music. Drive to our afternoon activities.
Drive home. Throw off the ballet slippers, the violin case, the flute case, the piano music. Take out the backpacks. Do the homework. Cook the dinner. Get ready for bed- Take the showers. Comb the hair. Brush the teeth. Read the book. Fall (literally) asleep. Repeat.
This year, we wake up and have nowhere to run off to. We get ready for the day- We still get dressed. Brush the teeth. Comb the hair. Eat the breakfast. (No pajama day here) But after that, the day is dramatically different. Because it is dramatically slower paced. That's why.
We spend very little of the day in transition. After breakfast, we do our "lessons". Then we play outside or go to the park. Then we eat lunch. Then the kids play some more. I do those chores. For some reason, there aren't so many errands. Then we get the ballet tights on, grab the instruments, or head to the library. Some days, we just go for a long walk with the dog.
The weird thing for me is, we aren't in a hurry. We aren't running late. The kids aren't complaining about going to ballet, to music lessons, to the library. We're floating along. As opposed to white-water rafting. It's not that white-knuckled, just get-through the day kind of day anymore. We are moving slowly enough to notice things. About our schoolwork. About our surroundings. About ourselves. I am kind of liking it. By the way, so are the kids.