Tomorrow morning school resumes for the little man. The past couple of weeks we’ve been in freefall, without a routine to anchor us. There have been periods of relentless activity followed by listless days of recuperation…all of it cut through with a few intensely cranky moments, with getting on each other’s nerves to varying degrees. And I fear I’ve been remiss in my role of activity director, as we didn’t get around to as much of the fun stuff as we could have (in a last ditch effort we went out for a repeat showing of The Incredibles this afternoon). Even still, the lad’s been insisting he doesn’t want to go back to school. That he’d rather stay home. If not to be with me, then to be among all of his swag, old and new. I’m sure he’ll get back into the groove before long, but I expect an epic struggle tomorrow morning when the school bus arrives. That is, if my human alarm clock wakes me up in time to meet it.
