At least that's usually my first thought on Monday mornings. I always rise thinking about my day off "Pre-Jasper". Mondays used to be lazy and quiet, but now they begin with a diaper change and making all kinds of noise in the kitchen before 7am.
Jasper was very vocal this morning, so we soon headed outside, both in our PJs, to find all kinds of neighbors out and about. His little cowlick blew in the breeze as we stood on the corner near our house watching traffic file into the high school parking lot. Cars, minivans, trucks and buses joined us slowly at first and then in a steady stream until the first bell rang. Kids walked down the sidewalk carrying new backpacks and clean notebooks and new resolutions for the first day of school.
We walked around outside, barefoot with bedhead, for almost two hours. I told Jasper all about school - the best stories I have from Kindergarten and making new friends and pop quizzes and writing notes to cute boys and locker combinations and spelling bees and the smell of the seats on a school bus.
Soon I forgot about wearing Jasper out and heading back to bed. We were busy watching cars, waving to strangers and giving each other the giggles. Seeing so many people fall back into the rhythm of school made me miss being a student myself. There is something so familiar about new pencils and shoes in the fall and my life could use a hint of routine these days.
When the traffic slowed down Jasper and I returned to our front steps and sat side by side singing songs. I looked down at this little peanut - this kid old enough for oatmeal and haircuts and sitting up with just my hand behind him - and thought about how amazing our chaos has been.
Matt and I both work some evenings and portions of every weekend. Each day begins and ends at a different time and each night we celebrate the small miracle of holding it together one more time. While our rhythm is currently lacking, well...rhythm, we are blessed with plenty of humor, love, good health and Monday mornings I never knew until now.
Later this afternoon I took Jasper to an open house for our first ECFE class together. We explored the room, met our teacher and mingled with other moms and kiddos. By the time we got home, teenagers were pulling away in cars with the stereos turned up. The school year is officially underway.
Maybe this rhythm can be ours, too. Maybe it already is.