Creeping out of holiday mode is a little difficult when you live in a holiday house. Regardless of the fact that it's our permanent home, the laid-back nature of our local area isn't overly conducive to work and routine.
It's becoming increasingly clear that sand is going to be a constant in our lives. Regardless of how strict we are with washing our feet (outside) and taking showers (inside) upon return from the beach, sand makes its way into every crevice of our home. It's literally everywhere. Whilst I could spend my days cleaning the minutiae, I have chosen instead to accept it for what it is; sand is part and parcel of living so close to the sea.
Relinquishing a little control and accepting things for what they are is new for me. And I must admit, it's a much easier, more enjoyable way to live. Whilst there's always a load of washing on the line or waiting to be folded (it really is never ending, isn't it?) and a stack of dishes waiting for suds, I've started the New Year with the belief that often, I'm better off sitting down with a book or going for a walk that worrying about the fact that the house is in disarray.
Sure, it's a holiday mentality but why can't it become a holiday routine - for the next few weeks, at least. It reminds me a little of the Zen proverb:
When walking, walk
When eating, eat
When it's summer and the kids are on holidays and routine isn't necessary...