There are 48 hours in a weekend and I want to spend all of them in my pajamas snuggled up with my family. But, the reality is a small portion of every Sunday is spent getting ready for the week ahead. This planning helps alleviates my anxiety about all the things that have to happen to be successful in the week to come.
So here’s what I do on Sundays:
We’ve all had the outfit argument with our kids as we are walking out the door. Ours usually ends in tears, so every Sunday I lay out a week’s worth of clothes. Then I ask my daughter to come in and take a look. At six years old she does a little rearranging and then we agree she has those outfits to choose from for the week. No more questions, no more arguing.
Since I do none of the cooking at our house (go ahead and roll your eyes. I am very aware that I lucked out big time in this department) I try to put together a menu of ideas, recipes included, for my husband to make. He takes a look at the list, we both look at our calendars, and then on weeks where I really have it together, I order all the groceries. Parenting nirvana happening over here!
Pack backpacks and lunches:
Whether it is the middle of the summer or just a regular school week, I look to see what special event is going on so I can pack the right snacks, bathing suits, special item for the class project, or whatever other randomness has been requested. This, coupled with looking at the school lunch menu, reminds me what days lunches need to be packed or when I need to send in money for ice cream Fridays. This also saves money on the grocery bill because I try not to overbuy.
Clean out the car:
Long ago I trained my kids to eat in the car because hungry little people and traffic make for a miserable experience. This means everyone, including me, gets a snack on the way home. I pack the snack bags for the week on Sundays and make sure all the trash that has inevitably piled up from the week before gets taken out. Also, I refill water bottles because it’s hot here, like really hot.
Then I sit back and revel in my neuroticism and think of myself as the superhuman that I am…Really what happens is I go over the lists in my head, plus all the ones that live on my iPhone, and double check everything before I inevitably fall into bed wondering what I may have forgotten. Nonetheless, if I didn’t get these simple things done on Sunday, I can only imagine what my weeks would look like or which child I’d forget!