There is comfort in routine

Vacations are wonderful. We let our hair down. We eat whatever holiday foods grace our tables, counters, and buffet lines. Meetings and commitments fall to the wayside. Bedtimes get pushed off to the next day. We forget what day it is. Everything morphs into a vacational blur.

But now on the third day back to reality, I am seeing comfort in routine. The healthier side of getting a good night's sleep, of eating oatmeal for breakfast, and vegetable soup for lunch. Despite the still sore heel, I look forward to my morning treadmilling.

They say we should fight living in a rut; spice it up. But I wonder... When the girls were younger we kept their morning routine pretty regular. To this day a school morning holds to a certain scenario, and when it will vary due to doctor's appointments or Chinese, the announcement is made the evening before. The girls have the morning expectation and despite my thinking, "Their not going to make it to school today." they always do.

Maybe life in a healthy rut is the way to go.