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What I Love About Mondays? Homecomings and Schedules

What I love about Mondays!

What do I love about THIS  Monday?  That before next Monday....my oldest son will be home.   I will bring him home and will get to see him and hug him and touch him and talk and have him with his brothers and his Dad.  I can't wait.

Monday mornings are my scheduled strategic planning time.  I pull out calendars and ensure we are all on the same page.  I begin my list for home, school, church and work.  To do and to buy.  If we have a wrestling meet then I have to get snack stuff etc.  Who I need to call and where I have to go.  What are the priorities for this week?  What are the most important activities?

I find that if I can have that hour or two to make a game plan...the rest of the week goes better.  This time allows me to focus on what's important and not just whats urgent.  

Puts my values in black and white in my calendar and on my list and helps put boundaries around my life and my time.  I have found that if I don't write it down then my time sneaks away.

If I have time blocked off just to be at home in the evenings then I can't fill that up very easily when I open my calendar and I have family written across that time!!!

Take some time to lay out our game plan so we don't accidentally miss the game altogether!!!

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