Aside from today being a day that is not yesterday, they both feel the same. Now that the holidays have passed, in fact, each week feels the same.
Every week we have school work, skiing, art, acting, breakdancing, swimming, archery, and Denver Options. Each week we love playing outside, are annoyed at how much work we’re being asked to do, fight with each other, fight with Mom and Dad, build something, run around with Iris, love hanging out with each other, love hanging out with Mom and Dad, go somewhere new, learn something interesting, and say we’re learning nothing interesting. Each week draws to a close on Saturday, and then we start the routine again on Sunday doing it all again.
Playing, fighting, studying, working, practicing, laughing, yelling, building, snuggling, growling, running, complaining, learning. It’s sunny, it’s snowy–repeat. We’re too tired to do anything, we’re bored that there’s nothing to do–repeat. We can’t wait for tomorrow; tomorrow comes and we can’t wait for the next day–repeat.
The holidays were busy but they added something new, something that wouldn’t happen again for an entire year, to our weekly schedule. We miss them. But we are looking forward to when the weather warms up and we get back outside when the sun is shining. Sleepaway camps are scheduled. Summer vacations too.
We’re just slogging through these late winter doldrums. Moving without the sensation of movement is exhausting. Do you feel it too?
Hang in there,
The Pigs
Leave a Reply