This is now just Fooey's room, with the Lego stored under the bunk bed. The rule is, in exchange for getting such a big room all to herself (something she's been angling after for ages), she has to let the others in to play whenever they want. This works some of the time.
CJ has moved in to Albus's room, to the top bunk. Fooey enjoys calling this "the boys' room."
So far the different bed times haven't been a problem. Last night, for example, Kev tucked CJ in while Albus and I were out picking up Fooey from gymnastics. (Gymnastics was my third distinct kid-related trip of the day: piano took up 2 hours, and AppleApple's soccer ate up another 2 and a half, not helped by me getting horribly lost on the way to the new location. "Do you have GPS on your phone?" one soccer dad asked, after I'd spilled my tale of woe, and another pointed out: "You've got it in your car!" True! But stabbing buttons on the mysterious GPS system soothes me much less than calling Kevin to announce how lost and frustrated I am. Plus Kevin always manages to direct me, while the GPS is a bit dodgy).
This transition between subjects and back again needs a GPS, I'm afraid. Or just call someone you love.
When we got home (post-gymnastics), Albus did homework downstairs while I folded laundry and Kevin made the school lunches. It felt very companionable. By the time Albus went to bed, his brother had been asleep for at least an hour. They wake at different times in the morning, too, without mutual disturbance.
I'm in my office, back to a regular routine that somehow has yet to feel regular.
I'm full of plots and schemes and plans and dreams, yet quite bereft of focus. I wonder how long I'll let that pile of papers and note books and letters and receipts fester atop the small filing cabinet behind me. I wonder how long we'll be without an oven. How long the living-room will remain an indoor soccer field. How long I'll sit here looking at these words.
Wishing I had better words to offer up today. But it seems this is it.
Labels: bedtime, driving, kids, routine