Today I came home from my first day back to school after summer vacation. The kids start back next Monday. After spending a day in a grueling meeting, I spent a little time in my classroom. The best thing about coming back is seeing your new 'order' of goodies come in. It literally feels like Christmas day. That was the best part of my day.
Upon coming home, the list of "to-do's" kept running through my head. From the moment I stepped out of my car in my driveway, I became overwhelmed with the inevitable. I'm back. Back to reality. No more free summer days, leisurely doing all the things needed to be done around the house. No more of this. Time is not on my side anymore.
Literally, I saw a garden that needed weeding, clean laundry folded but not put away sitting by the washer/dryer, a kitchen that needs some TLC, random bits from vacation ALL over, an unmade bed (this is now the norm since school is back in session, except for weekends, sadly!), suitcases strewn about, and the thought of making dinner haunting me.
This is it. It's back to the norm. No more checking blogs whenever I want during the day. No more random trips with my sister-in-love and the nieces. No more meeting friends for coffee at 11am. No more sleeping in. No more freedom.
I welcome the 'schedule' back to my life, but with some dread. I admit.