Materials prepped on his bed, Nathan hunkers down for his hour of quiet time.
“Hey, Mommy, when can we play a game, just you and me?” he asks.
I pause, my mind running through all the things we are cramming into the days right now: breakfast, free time, getting dressed and brushing teeth, pre-K work on letters, numbers, patterns and motor skills, carefully crafted activities that allow me time to work, checking in with students, phone calls to parents, a morning walk, lunchtime, story time, naptime for Adam and art time for Nathan and me, rest time for Nathan and work time for me, controlling the afternoon crazies, dinner, family playtime and bed.
When indeed? I think to myself.
Knowing something has to give, I offer, “What if we did art three days a week and you and me games two days?”
His face falls. “But we can’t do that. We have to do art every day. It’s our thing.”
And it is. In the five crazy days we’ve been homebound, that hour of art has become our one hour of sanity that seems to carry us through. And while I may have no clue when we'll get our "just mommy and me" game time, I know for certain what we'll be doing daily from 1-2pm.