We are finally back to normal, on a regular schedule and back into our routines. M is back to sleeping late in the morning and not wanting to go to school. (She’d rather laze around on her iPad, don’t blame her!) We are back to our normal mother/daughter relationship, too. I’ve been working a little extra, including the holiday, and cleaning, and running M to school and swimming and whatnot. We put up our Christmas tree, settling on the little 3-footer after debating about getting a real one. The little one worked out because I didn’t have to move the furniture. It has so many bulbs and garlands on it, though, you can’t even see the tree!
People keep asking me if I’m so busy getting ready for our San Fran trip. But no. That’s not how I roll. A few days before (Christmas) I’ll start packing maybe, but the stuff we’re taking is the stuff we use (toiletries, clothes, salt and sugar, etc). Housing and preschool and swimming and gymnastics… those are all set. I need to buy royal blue scrubs. I need to pick up the bicycle I bought from a co-worker. I need to strap my friend’s crib onto the room and bicycle onto the back… maybe we’ll need a trailer. I’m not sure. I have all the Christmas shopping done that I’m going to do, for about $220. And I picked up overtime for that.
I don’t blog about my love life (or lack thereof), or any sort of past drama, and I don’t intend to start. But life can change in an instant, it seems, and the past can come back to life in unexpected ways. I literally never know what is going to happen but I think that’s ok. Maybe what’s meant to happen will happen, and as long as my intuition feels good about it, then I should go for it. That’s how I’ve lived my life so far… and it’s never let me down yet!