Adjusting or rusting?
Recouping or drooping?
Dumping or slumping?
Waning or gaining?
Without a cursed schedule to keep me in alignment
I find that I am listing to and fro without refinement.
When bound by daily schedule, not to have one is appealing
But now that it is naught, life is a little bit surreal-ing.
Should I do this or might I do that?
Clean out the closet or crochet a hat?
Oh sure, I’m on my laptop in the morn to check the learning
That used to be in school where measured gaze was more discerning.
But after morning school stuff then the day is just wide open
It seems a bit unsettling – who knew that I’d be moping?
My schedules, graphs, and charts that kept my kids all sorted out
Apparently are things that I don’t want to be without.
So – to enjoy this pause I need to organize my lack
until we get the notice that – hooray!
We’re goin’ back!