Normal Service Resumes

Day 8 - 9:41am, 9 January 2019

Back to school day! Meaning normal service can resume as we switch back into our term-time routine. Little Mr gets up first, dresses himself and switches the TV on. I get up, spend overly long in the shower, then combine pack lunch making with breakfast duties. Little Mr is sent upstairs to "gently" wake his siblings. Little Miss appears and heads straight to the sofa, where she makes herself comfy. There is no sign of Little Master.

I check school bags and then go in search of middle child. He has gone back to sleep, but with a little coaxing and after I agree to search for the requisite soft toy, he too comes downstairs. I ask Little Miss for the third time to put on her clothes. Daddy takes over and seems to have more joy with her because the next time I return to the room they are all dressed and (more or less) ready to head off to school. So we accomplish school drop off on time, with their school bags full and their glasses on - always a bonus and certainly not a given.

Returning home, I fish out the leftover croissant from the fridge for breakfast, collect my phone and head down to the Water to take my daily snap. Without any conscious effort on my part, I notice my breath has slowed and deepened. It is beautiful, as is the freedom to linger here longer than the task requires, until the need to pursue the mythical completed to do list compels me to move on.