And we didn’t go anywhere.
Despite the intention to be rational about all the sleeping in we as a family did over the holidays, this morning found us returning reluctantly to the real-world schedule of rising before the sun, completely unused to getting up early. Nobody was happy about it but we attempted cheery and nearly managed it. Boo got into the shower and I muzzily heard her singing (the same line of the same song for days now!) as I struggled toward consciousness. Then, my DH started managing the girls and the minutes they had left before getting on the bus, and I busied myself with taking care of the dogs.
Life. The almost normal version.
Thing is, most days over the holidays this fam dam slept in until about 9. My girls (12 and 10) were in bed by 10ish most nights and Bob and I by midnight. What we foolishly didn’t do was start scaling back so that whirring back to life at the ungodly hour of 6 am wasn’t such a shock to the system, because I would be a lying dog if I said it wasn’t. We’ll be ok in a few days and then, when I go back to teaching next week, I might even be upbeat and energized. ‘Cause I am SO not now.
Yawn.
I love that sunrise picture! I am not looking forward to the early mornings, either.
That “easing into it” thing? REALLY good idea. We started going to bed earlier over the weekend (with the exception of New Year’s Eve, of course) and this morning wasn’t nearly as traumatic as it could have been…