I am a creature of habits,
Summer is for reading, Saturday nights reserved for BBC repeats.
It has been two years since my husband’s work schedule has changed to include working late shifts
Yet I still flounder on the bottom of the boat these evenings.
A sense of desperation creeps in when
Bedtimes near and I consider taking everyone for ice cream or
Experimenting with new bedtime rituals.
Terrible, terrible notions.
It is a ‘man down’ atmosphere that I can’t break out of.