My morning got flip-flopped and now I’m not even sure what day it is. I hadn’t realized how important the actual, precise morning routine was to the rest of my day, but an unexpected change has thrown me for a loop. Sounds pathetic, but there it is.
Girl #2 had to go to school thirty-five minutes earlier this morning to complete some pre-testing rigmarole. Everybody else remembered and had it planned, but I got home late last night and no one mentioned it to me. This morning, I woke to a partially awake and moving house when it’s usually a still, slumbering one. I guess that made me feel like I was behind and late, so I rushed around to get everything done before she left. Then the other two had to go at the regular time, so I felt like we should leave for the bus 20 minutes early. I actually had time to stop, pour a cup of coffee, and stand still for a minute. The whole thing was topsy-turvy.
I’m still feeling like a horse after a race, hours later. Maybe it’s what I needed. A little shake-up is envigorating, and things might fall back to place in a new and more interesting pattern. That could be too much to ask for a little routine change, but I’m going to run with it…