Two weeks ago, our normal homeschool routine was replaced by chaos and busyness. (I say that like its a new thing. HAHA!) That’s life though. Things happen that require our attention. Opportunities and/or commitments arise and our normal schedules get thrown out the window. That was us two weeks ago.
On Monday, we hosted our little co-op group. Tuesday was spent in San Diego where we explored the zoo with our extended family. Wednesday was spent with friends, Thursday was a kick back recovery day, and on Friday we were back at the San Diego zoo. It was fun, crazy, full, and busy. And part of me was sad that we didn’t get much “school” done. Granted, trips to the zoo are educational and do count as a school day, however, no math, vocabulary, spelling, or the like was done. Our spring break was long over so this was just an extra week of nothingness. I started to feel like a failure.
Then it hit me.
A big dose of reality.
Before this week off, I was at my breaking point. You know what I mean? When you’re overwhelmed, frustrated, stressed, and just want to throat punch someone then binge on a pound of chocolate? Yeah. I was nearing that point. My kids know when I’m getting there. My patience with them is limited, and even though we finish school on those days, its not the calm and relaxed environment I want for them.
I needed a break.
It was vital. Even though we already had our spring break, I needed another. I needed rest. And although I don’t like to admit it, rest is such an important part of our family’s lives. There are days when I apparently think that I am the Energizer Bunny. I think I can keep going and going with little to no consequences. Then I get sick. Or snap at one of my kids, or my husband. Or I suddenly find myself panicked and stressed. I need rest. My family needs rest.
Rest helps us focus. It helps us stay healthy. It helps us stay patient. Rest is so important. I forgot these facts during our crazy days two weeks ago. I panicked briefly, while I mulled over how far behind in school work we were. Then I sat back and watched my kids at the zoo, playing with their cousins. They were having fun. They were relaxed. And you know what? I was too.
I no longer regret the extra time off. We’ll catch up. More so, I did not become the angry, dictator mom that I could have become otherwise. She’s not pleasant to be around. And who can learn in that environment? She needs to stay away. If that means extra days of pure rest, so be it. My family is happier and healthier when we’re well rested.
Are you resting, friend? Please do! You won’t regret it!