Husband started work today. It’s a big change. We’ve had no schedule but our own for over a year, now we all have to adjust to early mornings and watching the clock. His car is stuck rather firmly in the ice right now, so for the time being, I am a twice-daily taxi service.

I am not a morning person. Like at all. I hate alarm clocks with a seething passion. But it’s early to rise for me, too.

I am also solo-parenting again for the first time in over a year. It went okay. I tried to remember that this was a big change and some adverse behaviours might arise. And they did. But mostly, we survived.

Now, we’re all tired. Hopefully we all sleep deeply and well so we can wake well and do it again tomorrow.

New seasons are hard.