Edwin and I have been talking about the idea of getting used to our new normal. I try to take the positive spin on the situation by saying, "Isn't it great? We get to define normal for a while!" He doesn't seem as enthused. I'm not as excited as I try to appear.
Neither of us like the fact that we don't have jobs at the moment. I haven't worked outside of the home in years. Edwin, however, has always loved working. It isn't that he prefers being at work more than being at home, but going to work makes being at home more enjoyable to him. (Try to say that three times fast.)
The hardest part is establishing a routine. When you have nowhere to be, it's difficult to get into the swing of things. The good news is that pre-school starts tomorrow for DeLaynie. Three days a week, she will delve into the predictable world of structured education. At least as structured as a classroom of two year-olds can be. This will be a good warm-up for the eight weeks of 8 to 3 childcare she'll experience at orientation.
Daddy is far more nervous about this school thing than I. He may seem like a sentimental guy, but he isn't. Or he wasn't until the word, "school" was spoken. He's gotten all warm and squishy ever since it came up. He's mostly nervous for her. I think DeLaynie will like it once she adjusts to the expectations of the classroom, a process that will be good for her in its self, though it may not be so enjoyable to the teacher.
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