I started a lovely experiment of teaching an online class this semester. The class is loads of fun. I’m studying in my field, talking (i think) intelligently to near adults, and keeping busy.
But it’s also taking up a great deal of my time. More than I thought it would, since my textbook isn’t as helpful as I thought it would be, and I’m having to do more study than I thought I would.
So…. some routines are falling by the wayside for the semester. I’ve not been as diligent about beds made every morning…. or teeth brushed every day…. or potty training for Bethel (she went through a phase where she wanted to be trained, but I didn’t have the time to stick with it, so I’ll have to wait til later).
I’ve made some adjustments in my expectations for meals and the house, and that’s helped. But I still feel guilty about not getting everything done. And I think having an active two year old and a very bright 3 year old at home is a good reason not to work.
What really helps is the knowledge that after December, life will be back to normal. (except we’ll have one more child to complicate life!)