As a stay at home mom, one wouldn’t think that Mondays would be any harder than any other day. And yet, Mondays loom over me. Perhaps it’s from a lifetime of conditioning by Loverboy and rigid schedules. Or maybe it’s because while I don’t actually leave the house anymore, Jerry still does and that cuts my workforce in half. This time, it has a lot to do with too much TV and a broken leg taking over our regularly scheduled mornings.
Oscar is adjusting really well to his cast and I really don’t have many complaints about the new process. It’s just a change in routine. And after a holiday and moving season full of change, I think we all know that I am craving routine more than anything else right now.
So it’s Monday and I am here and Oscar is here and we are hanging in there. We’ll have a new normal for a little while and that’s ok. Part of me wants to just pretend his leg isn’t broken and do what we would normally do. But that isn’t really helpful because he can’t do what he normally does. He can’t play at the park or run outside or dance at Marbles or even sit in a cart at Target because his cast won’t fit. I am even nervous to put him in the nursery at the Y or church because let’s face it, there isn’t a whole lot of opportunity for one on one time in there.
So we are playing the drums, and reading books, and watching Elmo, and building towers. We are eating snacks and having tickle fights and snuggling on the couch. We’ll be fitting in the Toy Story movies at some point. And you know what? It’s not so bad.
Before we know it, the weekend will be here.