Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The second week, or is it third already?, of our new routine.
I rise before Jesper for the first time in years. After showers and getting dressed, there's just enough time to drink some tea in silence before we wake up the kids.
Clothes to wear ready on the counter, hairbrush and elastic and bobby pin and tooth brushes and tooth paste, school bags packed, wellies for Blanka, fruit for Wilhelm.
At seven twentyfive I'm out the door.
The three of them still at the table, eating their breakfast, talking about birthdays.
I ride my bike to the the métro station and the sun is shining and my skirt is a little short, but the nylons are thick and help. At eight I'm at work. At nine the office start to wake up around me. And now, at nine thirty, it's time for my first coffee of the day.
My decision to work a little less is not a dramatic one. But I'm starting to feel a change that is bigger than I had anticipated. I don't know where it will take us, but I like the feeling of it taking us somewhere. We're on the road.