Transitions are hard, difficult, and tricky… now add a ‘just turned’ two year old and a 7 month old into the mix. Oh my, will our lives ever feel normal and back into a routine? I’ve never been one for a routine. In the past I’ve gotten bored easily, felt trapped, and life would feel tedious. I now realize with two young boys how much we rely on the need of routine.
We moved into our first home over the past Martin Luther King holiday weekend. All of us are still getting used to the house, new noises, new shadows, and now the toilet paper is in an awkward spot in the new bathroom. We also transitioned our oldest boy into a ‘big boy’ bed and our youngest into the ‘bigger’ crib and out of our bedroom. Nights have not been the same. Mornings are all in an uproar trying to function to get out of the door on time. Yet, this past week was much better than the last. I can only see the mornings and evenings becoming easier, because our routine will improve even in the midst of the city of boxes. I have every confidence we will reach that summit of tranquility… ok ok semi-workable flowing mornings!