Wednesday, April 06, 2016
It's funny - sometimes I like to reminisce about the times gone by when I was firmly entrenched in a routine.... trouble is I don't know that I've ever been still enough for that to actually set.
There was a point somewhere in the last few months that I wondered if I'd found my new normal - where I'd be able to settle into a semi-comfortable routine which could roughly be described as:
Off to pool/gym/hit the pavement
Back in time to see my DS off on the bus
Rush rush rush to get ready and head off to work, dropping off DD on the way in...
Work work work...
Then rush to pick up the kids and head home to enjoy the evening with my hubs (his schedule permitting) and the kiddos.
After a couple hours together, hit the hay hard only to wake up the next day to do it all over again.
Then, the sands shifted. Now we are scattered for a bit and I get to find my new "normal" for the next few weeks and try not to worry about how it will all shake out. Trying to wrap my head around what I can do to get me closer to where I want to be.
It won't be that long, but boy, am I anxious and heartsick when I let myself go down that path.