Both the girls are back at school and college and life is returning to it's normal routine. It usually takes me about a week to re-adjust after the holidays but it's nice to make a start by getting out with the dog for our morning walks again.
He needs to get back into routine as well, not least by remembering not to hurtle off in delight at being back in familiar territory without so much as a backwards glance in my direction. I had no plans to start my week of gently easing myself back into life-after-holidays chasing at full pelt after a dog who has decided to do his own thing but clearly the dog had other ideas!
At home, the house is quieter than it has been for weeks. The sun is streaming in through the open front door and the Trachelospermum jasminoides (star jasmine) by the front door is still smelling beautiful. It's a tranquil moment and I'm tempted to sit here all day drinking it in whilst the sun warms my face. But - there are Plans to be made. The house needs to get back into some kind of order, there's de-cluttering to be done (there's always de-cluttering to be done - either I'm really bad at doing it or the junk breeds quietly in corners when I'm not looking) and there are socks to be knitted. Yarndale is in just over two weeks' time now and I'm so looking forward to a whole weekend in Skipton talking yarn, socks and revelling in being surrounded by heavenly squishiness.
Today, though, now that the dog and I are home in one piece, it's time to get back to our normality. Lists are made, calendars are checked, meals are planned. I am resisting the urge to try to do everything in one day as I know it won't happen and then I'll beat myself up for not being Superwoman. There's no rush. Baby steps, as the Flylady says. I'm revving my engines, preparing for take off, but a taxi down the runway is enough for today.