How is it possible that one week of Spring Break got us so discombobulated?
It’s not like we went anywhere, or did anything terribly exciting (save for one college visit.)
We mostly went to church (when you sing in the choir in the Episcopal church, Holy Week is pretty much a marathon of rehearsals and services which leave you scratching your head and wondering why you do it each year.) I went to work, the kids went to childcare, Emma slept in. No muss, no fuss.
And yet this morning, we were all crabby and tired. No one wanted to cooperate. (Not even the kids.) David, who loves school, didn’t want to go to school. (“But I already know all my letters. Why does she keep teaching them?”) Margaret clung to me at school (it was pretty much a cling-fest at pre-school, as we were not the only ones in our situation.)
The good news is that we’ll be back in the swing of things by tomorrow. And into the home stretch, school-wise. And then on to the glorious days of summer, when the routine will go totally out of the window…