Reflections – September 2010
September was the first month in a long time that brought a sense of normalcy with it. I am using the term normalcy very loosely here. There were no major life changes, no major life changes about to happen, no moving trucks, no cold showers, no extended goodbyes. September was the start of our new flow of life. I was going, “September was the start of our new routine,” but “routine” is much too structured for our lifestyle.
I was still putting things into place when September began. I put the finishing touches on the master suite, the living room and the half bath. The office is still in need of some serious loving, but the rest of the house is done. Of course the house will never be finished, finished. As we continue to settle into our Atlanta life and get to know our home, we will buy new things and find better ways to organize.
With the house mostly put together, I spent the rest of September toying with ideas, methods, schedules and philosophies about how to care for a home and family. So far, I’ve not had much luck finding anything that really speaks to my domestic being. Some days I wake up ready to win domestic awards, and other days I get stuck in my PJs struggling to get lunch done by dinner time. I’m in need of discipline and motivation. Stay tuned for domestic developments.
Steve began working soon after we arrived in Atlanta, but it wasn’t until September that his job got hardcore. The fall schedule began stealing him from our home on the weekends, and most week days his schedule keeps him away from nine in the morning until well after Moanna has gone to bed. Sometimes it’s hard to see so little of each other, but he loves what he does and his hard work allows our family to have the life and freedom that we value. So, we suck it up, count our blessings and push through the tough days. I admit, there have been days (sometimes it feels like weeks) that we (as in I) don’t handle it as gracefully as we (ahem I) should.
Miss Moanna began preschool after Labor Day. It’s a small class that meets twice a week for two hours. She is learning how to recognize and write her ABCs, and she is learning about calendars. She almost knows the days of the week in order. While we still plan on homeschooling, this preschool class is a great addition to the things that we will be learning at home, and it is teaching her how to behave in a learning environment.
The weekend of the 18th, Moanna and I ventured to Virginia for a special friend’s wedding. Unfortunately, Steve had to stay behind to work. It was such a quick trip, we didn’t have time to visit with many of our friends, but we were able to enjoy the wedding and spend time with family. It was nice to be in a familiar setting with familiar people, but I don’t think I was ready to make such a long journey. My body was not prepared for such an adventure, it hadn’t adjusted to the previous obstacles I had just thrown at it. Despite my body protesting it was a beautiful September weekend in Virginia.
September and I usually do not get along so well. It signifies the end of summer, bringing cold nights and shorter days. This year was a little different. September and I worked together to find our new purposes in life. I worked to find balance on the pendulum of my life, and September allowed my summer to linger on a little longer than it has in the past. September gave us a glimpse of what our lives had become and reminded us of why we worked so hard to get here.
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