It’s not that it has taken over a week to recover from my children being on Christmas break, so much as it has taken a week to get back into our normal routine. It was wonderful to stay up as late as we wanted, sleep as late as we wanted, and only shower when absolutely necessary.
But, a routine feels nice once the bandaid is ripped off and we settle back under our yoke.
I have started questioning the pace in which we live, however. I have started questioning if I want my primary role with my children to be forever hurrying them to the next thing. “Did you remember ____, Hurry!, Why aren’t your shoes on your feet?, Hurry!, Get IN the car, Hurry!, Who took the wipes out of the diaper bag?, Hurry!, Do you understand what HURRY means?…”
These are the words of life and love I speak to my children all day long…and I hate it. It’s what I don’t like about the routine.
And I’ve started to question if there is another way? And I think God may have answered…I’ll fill you in when I know for sure.