A New Routine

We’re trying to figure this out. All life’s little changes. Pick up all the amazing things Gramma did. Charity went down there every morning for breakfast. Monday through Friday before school. Saturday when I was sleeping in or out early doing errands. Sunday when Dave and I were busy with church activities. Charity was hanging at Gramma’s getting a yummy start to her day.

Tuesday and Wednesday morning, Dave and Charity went down for breakfast at Gramma’s. And then since we had to bring all the food up . . . which was incredibly hard. Who knew we’d have a breakdown cleaning out the fridge. Or carrying her cookies upstairs to our pantry. The last bag of lettuce she bought. Her candy. The crackers she always had on hand. Gramma had things well stocked. But she’s always had such a mouse and pest problem in the past, so we were worried without a lot going on down there, they might take over. Thursday Dave moved the “breakfast routine” upstairs to our kitchen. Of course, Charity adjusted no problem. I can’t even get over how resistant this kid is. Gramma  probably prayed that she be okay with this all, that’s something she would have done.

Today is Dave’s first day back to work. So our plan is to keep our routine about the same. Dave will get her breakfast, then he’ll head up to work and I’ll continue getting ready, leaving Charity downstairs for about 45 minutes by herself enjoying her breakfast and watching Curious George as she did at Gramma’s.

She did ok. But it was bothering me. Ouch. She’s down their all alone, when I’m getting ready and she used to have Gramma waiting on her hand and foot. We’ve got to figure something out.

So I asked her when she came up at 7:30am to get her hair done, “Charity, do you like being downstairs by yourself? Are you okay?”

Her reply, “No, but it’s what I have to do.”

Oh, I love her. She was ok, she knows it’s just how life’s going to be. I can learn a lot from her. But I’m going to try and figure out this routine, so she’s not alone, at least not during the time she was usually with Gramma. Someway, somehow . . . we’ll figure it out. It’s what we have to do.