We arrived back Stateside last weekend - two months earlier than we had originally planned. (Another broken "rule" I suppose, or is it just a broken plan? It's all the same to me.) We changed our tickets, packed up our house, packed our suitcases with the "necessities" for our survival and trip back to the US for several months all within one week (thanks to the help of some friends). And even though a lot of these broken rules are really silly, it's a big step for me - rule breaking, that is.
You see, I'm a lot like Mister Dog. I'm "a conservative". I like the sun to rise at sunrise and the sun to set at sunset. And everything to be in its place, because everything has a place and everything should be in its place (at least that's what my Dad always taught me). I'm also a J on the Meyer's-Briggs. So, I'm learning that breaking rules is part of surviving sometimes, and that's a good thing. Here's why I found breaking the rules to be helpful:
- Candy and gum on the forever-long airplane ride from one side of the world to the other is a great way to keep kids entertained and not crying.
- Trying to keep the kids awake as long as possible inevitably meant not putting them in their pajamas at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, which is the time they ended up falling asleep for the night. It also meant skipping naps and teeth left unbrushed.
- Falling asleep at 4 pm means waking up at 4 am. Putting a movie on for the kids while we went back to sleep for a couple hours was great! (We also took the opportunity as a family one morning to watch the sunrise.)
- Waking up so early meant eating a snack before breakfast!