This is our first routine Monday in at least seven weeks and it is going extremely well. Mr. Don'tWantToPants actually got out the door to school on time with a full bowl of oatmeal in his tummy and only a few tears. Shmoogie's done a lot of growing since our last routine Monday, thus she sat in her highchair happily with a Zwieback for most of the getting ready time and I didn't get sidelined for twenty minutes nursing her while Mr. Don'tWantToPants did whatever it is that he does when I'm not paying attention. Shmoogie napped, I cleaned, we picked up a happy (but still recognizable) version of Mr. Don'tWantToPants at school (who had eaten a lot of lunch, including vegetables!), Shmoogie had lunch and they both went to sleep.
I like normal! Especially this normal! Even if it only lasts one day... what a day!
Now I'm going to grab the last few quiet moments to stitch bias tape (made yesterday with my new bias tape maker, ooooo!) around the edges of my new apron. I asked Mr. Right last night what he thinks of aprons and, after a considering silence (he must have sensed there were depths to this question he might not fully understand), he said, "Well, it's kind of an unusual hobby, but there are worse ones to have."