Ever see a middle-aged fat chick do a cartwheel?
It's not that I don't like having them around. I do. I really like my kids. If anyone had told me this years ago I wouldn't have believed them, but I like them even more the older they get.
My kids are cool.
They're cool little individuals who I'm pretty sure I would like even if they weren't my kids.
They aren't me - although both of them have some aspects of me.
They aren't Tom - although both of them have some aspects of Tom.
They are themselves. They are completely self-actualized. They are awesome.
But I love the thought of being able to get back into some sort of routine. The summer was great. We had a great summer. But there was no routine at all. It's hard to establish one when you're traveling, and when we were home I spent a lot of time getting them from where they were to where they wanted to be. And that's ok - that's right - that's as it should be.
But now Momma can get her routine back.
The house will be cleaner (stop laughing, it will).
My life will be more organized.
THEIR lives will be more organized.
I will go out for coffee more.
I will read more.
I will do my errands all by myself - which isn't as much fun, but it's a lot faster.
It will be boring.
It will be mundane.
And I am looking forward to it.
The hot breakfasts of choice have been served (toaster waffles for Lea; scrambled pancakes for Liv)
The new outfits have been donned (cute, bright and on trend for Lea; dark, black and rockin' for Liv)
The school supplies have been purchased.
The paperwork is (mostly) done.
I'm off to have coffee with my bud. We've neglected this routine far too long.
I may buy a book.
Then I'm going to the yarn shop.