After a couple of unbalanced rockin', swingin' what-in-the-heck? weeks, life is slowly returning to a new normal. My beloved Silver Bullet is out of the shop and hummin' on the highway once again. Two weeks driving Brad's ancient 4Runner was a ride down memory lane and helped me fall in love with my automatic transmission, overabundant cupholders and third row seating all over again.
Brad's first week on the new job was a good one. Despite earlier fears, it is suprisingly delightful to have him home. With a toasty spaceheater and a deskful of techno-fancies installed, his first floor office has never been more inviting. The other day I took my laptop in there, shut the door and the two of us tapped away companionably, oblivious to the shrieking twosome rolling marbles all over the dining room floor. And the commute? Completely splendid. He can be home for dinner as soon as it (and kids) are ready. The new boss offered to rent him office space, but for now, things are working nicely.
I am trying to come to terms with the fact that Girl Scout Thin Mints are not part of my nutritiously balanced breakfast. Why not? I get up at 4:50 am...I should be able to have a cookie snack at 8:00! Also, am completely over the whole winter thing. I want to be outside. Four-year-old boys need to be outside. My house needs them to be outside...it keeps exploding in attempts to get their tickly bodies from jumping on the sofas and scaling the kitchen pantry shelves. Hot summer nights seem lightyears away.
The good part about disequilibrium--even for a short time--is that it forces you to hold tightly to the things that matter most. Now that things are a little more evenly balanced, I just need to remember not to let go!