Reality

Reality is slapping me in the face today. After just over two weeks off, I have to go back to work tomorrow, the kids have to back to school, and even Jenni gets back to her usual schedule, though her usual has Tuesdays off work, so she’s still home.

 

It’s been a very good break–both from the standpoint of being a break from the routine that had me so ground down, but also it was a great time with family. Our Christmas celebrations were great, New Year’s was great fun, and I think all of us got a chance to do at least some of the things we wanted to do.

 

So tomorrow morning means waking up at 5 again–something I haven’t done for almost the entire break, though I did get up early to get Patrick to school that week before Christmas. Tomorrow morning will mean getting the kids ready and out of the house. And going back to work. And getting back to the routine.

 

There’s a certain comfort to the routine, that sense of knowing that this is what you’re supposed to be doing. Though two-and-a-half weeks away from it make waking up late and doing small jobs around the house and relaxing feel like that is what you’re supposed to be doing. But doing laundry and planning for the lunches the kids will take to school are a good routine, too–taking care of my family is something I’m supposed to be doing.

 

One wonderful problem of this time of year is that the fridge is full–there’s still lasagna from last week, lots of Chinese leftovers from our Saturday gathering, snack foods of all sorts, a few chocolate truffles still hanging around, and the other comfort foods that I’ve made over the last several days. Already, though, I’m trying to figure out dinner for tomorrow night–to be made after getting home from work, and before heading to a scout parent’s meeting.

 

Ah, it’s good to be back at it.

 

See you tomorrow.