Being childless, I had kinda figured that the cadence of the year would turn into some variant of “which blankets?” and “how many?” rather than center on the vagaries of the school year. Welp, it’s time for the light and fluffy and easily kicked off. Welp, it’s time for the heavy ones that feel like you’re getting an x-ray at the dentist. And back and forth and back and forth.
And next thing you know, you’re 40.
Well, I kinda got that. Maribou’s schedule jumps around so that we’re on identical schedules during the summer so I pick her up on the way home from work and we can spend our evenings together. And, during the school year, we’re on split schedules which allow her to sleep in somewhat and allow me some time to myself in the evenings (but not *too* much time to myself) before I pick her up from work.
And then it will be time to put two of the light and fluffy and easily kicked off blankets on the bed. And then we will get our hour back from the government. And then it will be time for the big blanket. No, the *BIG* one.
And the cadence pleasantly continues with a handful more interruptions than I thought I’d get.
As for this weekend, it’s the usual. A handful of errands, a handful of chores, and a handful of evenings spent minding the laundry.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)