We’ve completed one week back from Christmas break and it feels like four.
Is waking up and making meals and doing school and chores and having practices and meetings really what normal life is like?
It feels hard.
And tiring.
Caleb is reading Pride and Prejudice now for his literature assignment. Lizzy and I are far more excited about this than he is.
We’ve been behind in school since Williamsburg; maybe that’s why it feels like I’m dragging along. That, and I guess it’s the muddlesome post-holiday middle of the school year.
We have a conference on youth culture coming up at church this weekend, which I’m vaguely looking forward to. There’s also a women’s retreat coming up, which I am steadfastly refusing to go to. The newly scheduled children’s ministry team retreat makes a tidy excuse (two retreats in one spring is too many!), but really I just found the last multi-church retreat too socially overwhelming to be worth missing two nights of sleeping with my husband and a day of school.
Ada, being on a college schedule, doesn’t go back til next week, and is currently off having an exciting weekend in New Year City with her aunt Jo.
Not that I’m jealous. I’m vicariously enjoying the pictures from beneath my heap of fuzzy blankets. Those animals that hibernate all winter know where it’s at.
