We returned very late last night from a week in Nice. I think my kids went to sleep at 12:30am, because far be it from us to sacrifice the book reading portion of our nightly routine, no matter what. Baths? Unnecessary. Brushing teeth? Quick is fine. But reading? That must be done in its entirety, or no one will sleep. There will be a revolt. I do not need revolts at midnight after being on trains all day. It harshes my mellow, and things got pretty mellow in Nice.
I think this was the most relaxing trip we've ever taken as a family. In large part, this is due to the fact that both kids now can handle staying up late, because they will both sleep in. One day they slept until it was nearly noon. Amazing. Because of all the sleeping late, we didn't do as many things as I thought we might, and that is more than okay with me. I would've loved to go to the Matisse museum, but in the end it felt more important to take things slow. I needed slow. We all did.
Now we are back to fast and busy. I am keen on finding a slow rhythm for our weeks, but it's not going to happen right away. This is the cost of taking a week of doing basically nothing, and of choosing the method of education we have chosen for our kids. Now there are schedules to manage, class fees to pay, planning and organising to do for the home education group I facilitate. We start back up with that tomorrow.
Add to that the laundry which didn't get done before the trip and during the trip, the parcel we need to collect from Royal Mail, the overdue books that must get back to the library, the neighbour that needs to know we haven't forgotten her, the hair styles that need a little refresh. Today is full on. I'm off to handle it.
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