We are settling in at the Murphy house. Finally. Back-to-school was rough on all of us this year.
Rough on Maddie because I wake her sleeping self up at 6:20 A.M. Each morning, as we shuffle down the stairs, she wonders where the sun is and why it is still dark outside. She’s settling in, though, and now she peers out the window to look for the moon.
Rough on Katie because I wake her up at 7:00 A.M., which is a bit too early for my sleepy bug. She had a hard time adjusting to daycare and, for the first few weeks, she cried every morning as I turned to walk out the door. She’s settling in, though, and she is happy now to toddle into her daycare room and greet her new friends.
Rough on me, coming off the lazy days of summer, trying to adjust to full-time work hours and some new writing projects I’ve started. Trying to master the never-ending balancing act of being a teacher, a mom, and a wife. I’m settling in, though, and have found pockets of time to fit it all in.
Rough on my husband, who lives among three girls who were having a hard time adjusting. Luckily, he has the patience of a saint and was able to see there were better days ahead. He is able to leave his work stresses at the door with his boots when he comes home late each evening, just in time for books before bedtime.
We’ve settled in at the Murphy house by going to bed earlier and having patience with each other and declaring 2 nights a week as “No Working from Home” evenings and prioritizing and re-prioritizing and remembering to breath.
We’re ready for Halloween costumes and sweaters and pumpkin-flavored everything. We’ve settled in to Fall. Finally.