They all went back to school yesterday so the free range kids are back on the leash. Order should be restored to the chaos but the universe has not got the memo.
I am drawn to patterns and repetition in nature and the world around me but my life does not mirror this preference at all. It's only a visual fondness for order and not applicable to real life like laundry and sheet changing or paying a fine on time.
|The car park where I seem to spend a lot of time lately.|
Lately, the daily routine has been framed around a series of repetitive motions.
|Touchstone from the beloved Lairy Godmother.|
Every three weeks I went to chemo. Every first week I was sick. Every second week I was tired. Every third week was packed with appointments and doing things I couldn't do in the good weeks.
Round and round and round....
|The car park stairwell- a little routine I built into the therapy.|
It got rather tiresome but was joyfully replaced by the repetition of daily radiation. During the holidays I just walked out the door with the Big Fella home for back up but with the morning drop offs and organisational challenges this week I have to go at a different speed. Faster and faster till yesterday I was in quite the tizz by (late) dinner time.
The childerbeasts started some after school activities which required a lot of dropping off and picking up and liasing with other parents and teachers.
|Up and down... over and over...|
Really it seems life has become a lot of straight lines filled in with a jumble of chaos, and it takes a bit of both to keep us sane or, at least, inching forward to the next milestone.
|How my brain feels by 7.00 pm- rubbery, jumbled and a bit mouldy!|