Inside the Mommyvan

Homeschooling & Life Inside the Mommyvan - an old dog learning new tricks

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Here I sit, iPad in hand, a week’s worth of blog posts half-written (more or less, a few way less — as in nothing more than an idea and a title), and I figure I’d better post something or my little seedling of a blog will wither and die forever.

The problem, as far as I can tell, is that the here where I’m sitting is a thousand miles from home. I’ve been traveling for the past week, and won’t be home for another four days. I inadvertently booked two trips back to back, with just 24 hours between them to unpack, launder, and re-pack our clothes. The re-packing I did in two hours. Thankfully, my dear husband came home early to keep kids out of my way so I could set a new family speed record for last-minute vacation packing.

I love traveling. Even, maybe especially, with the kids. Now that they are old enough to understand, appreciate, and remember the things we do and see, journeys that were old hat to me become new again as I explore and experience them through children’s eyes. We find learning opportunities in all sorts of things, from ride themes at Disney World to words on airport signs.

One downside, however, is that being away from home with three little ones takes up 110% of my attention. From the time they get up in the morning, which is often an hour or so before I would like to get up, until the time I get them settled in their beds, there is something happening every minute. After they are asleep, I’m ready to drop. This leaves little time for reading, much less answering, email. Telephone calls are difficult enough at home when I can lock myself in a bathroom or closet for a crucial call; with the whole family in one hotel room, even a suite, it’s downright impossible.

There are, of course, times when I do get a break. This week we’re staying with my parents, which means the kids spend plenty of time playing outside, exploring the basement, and playing with Nana and Pop-Pop. Even during those times, though, there are frequent calls for my attention. As anyone who has done ‘brain work’ for a living knows, even if the interruptions are brief, they can drop productivity to zero if they happen often enough. It turns out that “often enough” is exactly how frequently one or more of my children requires my attention for one reason or another.

So… Now you know why this entry was composed in bits and pieces over two days’ time, and why you may not hear from me for a week at a time, then see a batch of posts appear out of nowhere.