How I would love to say, "Now that we've settled into our summer routine…" There is no routine! It is driving me seriously crazy. I have realized more and more that I am a routine person. I do not do well in the realm of the unexpected. What is odd about that is how well I can adapt in a third-world setting. I can fly into India and be perfectly at home in minutes. I think maybe because the unexpected in places like India is the expected.
These summer days are killing me. I never know what's happening or what is going to be happening next. One week is different from the next, and in the midst of it all I am getting nothing whatsoever done. I think the fact that my girls are more independent makes it harder too. I trust them to walk down to the neighbors or play at a friends all day. I used to be the one making up the routine. They liked to be with me. We'd go on walks, play play-dough, etc. Now I play to their routines. I guess it will take some getting used to. I'll probably be used to it by the end of summer when it's time to get into the school routine again. So, I guess I will be adapting to the third-world culture of summer for the next few weeks. Pardon my jet-lagged eyes.