I turn on the coffee pot and wait for the brew light to flash back at me, but it takes too long.
I hate waiting.
I wander over to the laptop to check email, but the inbox is overwhelming, and I click away.
Coffee maker’s ready.
The noise I try not to make begins to wake the house in spite of my efforts, and I quickly realize the shred of silence I had is already gone.
I should have gotten up earlier.
The kids begin to stir and the day is already moving faster than I am able to go.
Mooooom? I have to pee.
And so it begins.
As I make my way to the back bedroom, I wonder how I can be tired when I just woke up.
I remind myself that I was ready to start school.
It’s just an adjustment period.
In some ways I’m thrilled to get back to school. We need routine. The kids were becoming restless, and the days of summer were beginning to drag from one day to the next in a sea of video games and stifling humidity.
I take a deep breathe.
I’m not sure if I’m sighing from relief that summer is over or anxiety over fall beginning.
I take a sip of breakfast blend (caramel creamer, no sugar).
It soothes me.
I feel the weight of time aging me. I feel, well…old.
I need to eat healthier.
The list of things I fear I will never accomplish grows long, and my chest begins to feel heavy.
The needs of both of my boys race through my mind in separate categories I can’t sort through.
Another deep breathe.
I try to snap out of it because I am the glue that holds it all together.
It is only 7:00am.
Well, our first week back-to-school pretty much wore me out! Here’s to next week! What has your house looked like while you try to get back into the groove? Do you tend to ease into the transition or do you find yourself dragging on day 4 like me?
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