Today was the kids’ first day back to school after their luxuriously long vacation. We made it past the solstice. Our heads exploded with happiness to have family visiting, and then our heads imploded with sadness when they left. Santa came and went. Stonehenge came and went. Fiery lanterns floating over our house on New Years Even came and went. (Is this an English thing? It was like the floating lantern scene from Tangled, only sub-zero, dark, and in the west midlands. Oh, and I was afraid my house would catch fire.)
And now we’re back in the grind. Work, school, homework, groceries, cleaning, meals, repeat. I haven’t sorted out any weekend field trips or exciting explorations for future school breaks. This morning there seemed to be nothing to look forward to except darkness, and more darkness, forever. Dragging the kids out of bed was simply brutal.
But look what I noticed as I opened the kitchen windows? The sun! Sort of! A little bit! Before 8am! It’s twinkling up there, you can feel it, sending out those rosy fingers over the wine dark countryside.
Pause the doom and gloom. Deep breath. One foot in front of the other and the sun will be shining before I know it.