Well, I didn't like it and I didn't get much done and I'm exhausted, but we survived the surprise extra vacation day. It actually would have been a fun bonus except that it rained all day and we all wanted to play outside. But it was good practice for getting back into school day routines, right?
Like many families, mine thrives on routine. My kids get hungry at certain times, sleepy at others, and expect playtime in between. So, altering those basics throws us all off. We did all the normal things today, but George kept looking at Emma as we all drove away from her school, obviously wondering why she was still in the van. And at home, they were both fairly floppy and lethargic with the grey weather and no plans. And I did get some chores done, but instead of spending that time with my thoughts, I spent it with Emma "helping" me or me helping her with a craft project while trying to get some sewing done at the same time. I broke two sewing machine needles today. Lack of good concentration maybe? And here it is, not yet 8:30 in the evening, and I'm ready for bed. I didn't do much, but it wasn't as expected.
So obviously, I don't handle change well. I handle it. I don't mope and throw a fit (although sometimes I want to). But I don't like it. I like my plans that I make each day. I like to feel like I've accomplished them. Oh well. There IS school tomorrow. I checked. Twice. Night all!