I’ve heard people say that, after the holidays, they are glad when things get back to normal. I understand that. After all the parties, rich food, and events that occur it is nice to get back in some sort of routine. But, here, that just doesn’t seem to be happening.
We had planned on going with Sis and BIL to court for Sara’s adoption finalization a week ago. Instead, we sat at home nursing those darn colds that just wouldn’t go away.
We had started taking down the Christmas decorations right after the Epiphany. Much of it sat on tables and countertops waiting to be boxed up or was boxed up and waited to be put into the attic. It finally made it to its destination early this week. Alas, the Christmas china is still in the cupboard. Guess that will be this weekend’s chore.
Both Sis and BIL had work obligations that kept them from home a couple of days this week. Could we possibly watch Sara while they were gone? Huh? Do you have to ask??? What a joy it was to have her for those two days. I can tell you, though, I am not used to having a baby in the house. I am not really good at getting chores done and watching her at the same time. And sleep? Didn’t do much of that either.
So, in a babbling sort of way, what I’m trying to say is I’m not sure what getting back to normal is. It just seems like it’s always something going on.