With three kids 4 and under, I am well aware of the importance of routine. Kids thrive on knowing what to expect and when to expect it.
My days are like the movie Groundhog Day. The same exact routine over and over. Not necessarily bad, just very predictable.
The last few days my routine has changed. I’ve been on the west coast for work, staying in a hotel, eating in nice restaurants, and staying up late (for me).
Incidently, a nice restaurant is defined as no chicken nuggets or mac n cheese on the menu.
What I have discovered is that I really miss my routine. I miss Thing 2’s 5:30 wakeup call (sort of). I miss the crazy morning rush to get everyone out the door at 7am. And I miss the relief and quiet after all the kids are in bed, then recalling the Things’ antics of the day with SuburbanMommy.
Tomorrow is groundhog day, and I’m glad.
Isn’t is funny how that works? Have a safe trip home.
I feel ya there. I travel for work to and spend more nights than I would like in hotels. It’s nice to be greeted at the door with dirty diapers and a crying fit. :D
It’s good to break from groundhog day once in awhile…