Calm Autumn Day
It is the hour of homework and here I am in my kitchen ready to supervise, help, and enforce. Only my teenager took his homework downstairs and I actually believe he’ll get it done with out me hovering. My tween has no work to do because the local junior high prefers to keep as much work at school as possible. (This is the natural result of being a title one school. For at least half of the student population, work sent home never comes back.) My ten year old has homework, but he’s plowing his way through the list all by himself without drama or much need for my help. I don’t have much to do during this homework hour, which is a real dream compared to some of the ones I’ve seen before.
I look around and things are settled. We’ve finally got a routine and I’m able to relax for a bit. the temptation is to rest a lot, but now that I’ve caught my breath, I need to step up preparations for the next things. I want to get the house more organized before the holiday business hits me hard. October is barely a breath away from when we have to begin our holiday pushes. I don’t want to think about that. I want to breathe the cool outdoor air. I want to clean up the girl’s room before Kiki comes home this weekend. I want to have gardened even though I’m not currently looking forward to pulling weeds.
More than anything else I am relieved to discover that my resting state has become a calm happiness instead of a weary sadness. I spent six months with weary sadness and it was not my favorite.
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