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After two weeks of school vacation, days stretched and misshapen from leisurely exploits, today’s morning routine felt snug and foreign. I stumbled through remnants of a schedule marveling at how clumsy and unprepared my efforts felt. The moods of my companions chaffed against my enthusiasm like a cartoon cloud hovering singularly to spite clear skies. Groggy with sleep and movements heavy with resistance the breakfast table was dressed with melancholy. Watching each child slip into their backpacks, I too felt the uncomfortable weight of familiar expectations infringing on last night’s dreams. One foot begrudgingly in front of the other, seeking the footprint of old habits.

Tagged: Children, Motherhood, Musings, Routine