I like a routine. It is comfortable to me; predictable. And even with six kids at home, I am generally able to stick to it.
Today, however, is not a routine day for me. It is one of those days where I hit the floor running and don't stop until I fall into bed. (I know you know what I am talking about.) Robert Frost's line from "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" often replays in my mind on days like this--"And miles to go before I sleep."
Even as I write this I have people crowded around me in the kitchen. My kids are home from school (plus one), my husband is chatting with his mother, Mom Dot, who lives with us. I spent most of the day in Syracuse speaking to a group of wonderful MOPS moms, barely had arrived home when my three year old's teacher emailed me (for the third time this year) asking me if I would I please speak to him, he is not listening to the teachers. He was sent to the principal's office--twice.
Now is the time for action, I decided. I picked him up earlier than planned so I could catch the teacher and made him apologize. (I will let you know if it is effective. I know I have nine kids, but this one makes me feel like I don't know what I am doing.)
So, I am bloging in the middle of the bustle, unable to find my routing today. Isn't there a song, called "Mama said there'd be days llike this?" It is today.
But I am embracing it as best I can. All the commotion only means I have a full life, after all. And for that, I am thankful. AND I am thankful that I have a pot of leftover spaghetti sauce on the stove, into which I threw a leftover porkchop--a secret I leaarned from my sister, Pam.
Cheers and a new appreciation to the daily routine. Maybe it will return tomorrow.