Two weeks ago was my last day, for the foreseeable future, waking up at 5:30 am to go to the Russian school. These past two weeks I only had to get up at 6 am. In September, we are moving to the evening program. Our classes will start at 5 pm and end at 7 pm. We will be with the bigger kids, the ones that go to school all day and come to the Russian school afterward. More
It’s the first day of school, and things are back to normal, or the new normal for Fall 2016. Another summer has passed. Another summer that was dominated by working on our house. Another summer when I took Polina to the beach a whopping one time- for her birthday party.
Where did the time go? How did I feel so busy yet not find time to take my daughter to the beach? (Is that an oxymoron?) How did I get swallowed up by minutia? Being busy used to be a temporary state followed by a return to normalcy. How did “being busy” become the status quo?