These days are long, and I am tired.
Yesterday afternoon the heavens let loose, and rain and wind and hail and thunder meant that afternoon soccer practices and afternoon runs were cancelled. I headed home and everyone else arrived soon after. I turned to greet the little one, but she had already headed upstairs, two floors up, where she promptly put herself to bed at 6:30pm. Oh, but if we couldn’t all join her there!
But there is homework to be done, work to be done, studying to be done, and the evenings tick away with an eye to the clock and its uneasy relationship with the morning alarm that we some how managed to sleep through. Everyone shifted this morning – dropoffs and responsibilities, so in this strange and twisted way, oversleeping gave me more time this morning. I want to write, but that clock is ticking still towards the next thing, and the next.
I’m back to walking to school with the little one, and so far it’s the best thirty minute slice of my day. She traces the same lines as her sister did, in the same ways, and in different ones.