I am out of sorts today.
My husband returned home from a short trip yesterday. No matter how short his trips may be, his returns are always an adjustment. While he’s gone, I do things MY way. I serve dinner on my time. I use the computer when I want to. And there’s a fourth less laundry. When he returns, I serve dinner at a different time every night depending on when his car pulls into the driveway. I have to share the computer. And after he dumps the contents of his luggage into the hamper, I have a mountain of laundry double the size as usual.
By the time it was my turn on the computer today, I had already completed my challenge. (Usually I post the challenge in the morning, then the results at night.) I’m off my schedule, out of my routine. I am out of sorts.
Tomorrow we’ll start to get our groove back, and by the end of the week, life will be back to blissful normalcy. But today, I’m out of sorts. Ever feel that way?