Tomorrow is the first day of school.
Yes, I’ve already cried about it.
While I’ll miss the joy of sleeping late and yakking with my kids over lunch, there is some appeal to getting back into a routine.
Routines help. Days with definite obligations and definite assignments help me combat my Slob Vision and keep this place out of Disaster Status.
Summer, with its lack of routine, means things tend to escape my notice.
It’s possible that we’ve missed a few (or quite a few) daily pick-ups in these last few weeks of summer.
It’s probable that my kids played a game in the (now totally usable) gameroom that required an extra character/player.
Apparently, the energy level of that extra player wasn’t really a big concern.
Anyway, the truth is that I have no idea how or why my mannequin ended up sprawled across the gameroom floor.
Yesterday, as I walked through that room it suddenly hit me. My brain finally realized what the large thing in the middle of the floor was.
And that it was a body.
Granted, a lifeless one . . . but still. A person-sized thing had been sprawled across my floor for, ahem . . . days . . . and I was just now registering what it was.
Who knows what I’ll find (out in plain sight) after we’re back into a routine and my Slob Vision clears a little more.