Yesterday, my father-in-law came and took Douglas for the day. With Fynn in preschool, that left me with 5 golden hours, the likes of which I hadn’t seen for over two months. Hours of daylight, alone, without kids. I was turning in circles wondering what I should do with them. Work? Run? Relax? Clean? It was difficult to decide, actually, but I managed to do some of each. The run sucked, as I was ridiculously tight and couldn’t seem to shake it off. Then lunch, some cleaning up, blog reading and writing, work for a friend, a bunch of catch-up computer stuff, and then tearing off at top speed to pick up Fynn, cramming in one more phone call while I trotted. It was a good day, if short on the relaxation aspect!
The difference it made in my week? Immeasurable. It set the tone for the week, as something to look forward to, and something refreshing enough to make me more patient and relaxed. A simple break from routine is enough to recharge me for days. I hope anyhow, shouldn’t speak too soon as it is only Thursday night, but it was a day well spent and it meant a lot to me. I had a break, and I loved it. This schooling gig is hard in all the ways I expected, and then some. It takes it out of me, and we’re still adjusting. I can only hope that it gets easier, and that I don’t feel as desperate for breaks as we get more comfortable … until then I’m glad for every little bit I get!