I couldn't figure out why my husband was up getting ready in the dark this morning. My foggy mind kept reaching for clues. It took me a while to figure out it was a weekday, and that I too needed to get up and start getting ready.
It's back to life, back to reality. Work, school, everyday life.
It's bittersweet. Holiday, staying up late, sleeping in have been fun. But our little family thrives on routine. We are homebodies, as much as possible. Everyone is happier, days go better, when little children are in bed on time (or early!) and mama and daddy get some decompression time before our bedtime. We decompressed last night watching The Bachelor. I find that show somewhat entertaining and it's even more entertaining watching it with Bean, who was getting his tweet on during the show last night.
There was something comforting though, about being up and dressed this morning. About the kids getting ready for the day without turning on the TV and everyone sitting at the table to eat breakfast. Everyone was rested and they followed directions well. I actually got to work early.
What in life isn't bittersweet? Nothing is perfect. This earth isn't perfect. We certainly aren't. Each time I'm faced with the imperfections of others, I am reminded I am just as imperfect as they are and I shouldn't be casting stones.
Bring the bitter, bring the sweet. I actually have Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist in my bag to start reading.
Parts of my life are sweet, but some parts are bitter right now. May I not become bitter. May I learn from it, but yet allow God to touch it and make it sweet.
Linked up with just write today.
I blogged last night too, hello 2012.