I am super tired and was feeling like I hadn’t done anything today– like it was one of those wasted days– but now that I’m sitting down and thinking back over our day I realize it wasn’t half bad. School didn’t go quite how I had hoped. Laundry is clean, but not folded. The kids were bored, so I let them all have extra computer time, but didn’t get around to helping anyone make their first blog entry. There are dirty dishes in the sink because I couldn’t fit them all in the dishwasher…
But I came downstairs this morning to find this:
a table set with a table cloth and real dishes and spread with hot pancakes and scrambled eggs. They made them ALL BY THEMSELVES. There was cheese in the eggs. The pancakes were made from scratch from a recipe in a cook book. All the dishes they used were stacked neatly by the sink. There wasn’t a trace of egg shells on the counters. Amazing. (That, and poor Brenna has broken out in an itchy rash from head to toe–a reaction the Amoxacillin she’s taking for strep throat. )
I think they were feeling bad for their poor, humongous mother who couldn’t even walk by the end of the day yesterday. I ran errands all day and I guess all that being up on my feet helped the baby sink even deeper into my pelvis and pinch a nerve in my left hip. Even this morning I wasn’t able to put much weight on my left leg without it hurting really bad or just giving out all together. I need crutches or something. It’s ridiculous! There have been stretches of time when it was all just fine, but then I feel the baby move and I’m a cripple again. Geesh.
So, there was a lot of sitting on the couch for me. I knit and got a little further on my doll.
Now she’s a head with arms.
So what I hung out in my jammies all day and nearly everything on my list of things to get done went out the window? I have an 8, 6, and 4 year old self sufficient enough to make a real breakfast. I got to snuggle and enjoy my little baby, who won’t be a baby much longer, and watch him coo over and hug and kiss and feed his Boy and his Baby (an old doll he found over the weekend that Brenna never played with, but he has grown completely attached to). I got to sit on the couch and watch my kids draw and play legos while I sewed and knit.
It’s all okay. It wasn’t a wasted day after all.
Sounds like it was a good day for everyone.
My youngest brother used to have a doll. He was a little older that Ian and he named him Boy. It was one of those homemade cabbage patch dolls. He took his Boy everywhere.
Well, you rest up and enjoy these final stages before the new guy’s arrival.
Miss you
Sounds like an absolutely wonderful day! (Minus the pinched nerve of course!)
i don’t know how you do it. heck, i don’t know how i’m going to do it. but it’s nice to hear someone else have the same attitude about life as me. not all days are perfect but to see your kids doing something all by themselves {and cleaning up after themselves} is just plain fabulous. i hope you don’t mind my random out of the blue comment..
Wow, that’s amazing that they can prepare their own breakfasts! I can’t wait for that day!! I can really relate to this post. My sense of self worth can be attached to what I get accomplished sometimes. But I’m learning that some days it’s best to enjoy the simple things, and just be together, and even if I don’t get my entire “to do list” checked off, it’s ok because I spent some down time with the ones I love most.
Oh… thanks so much for the journal!! I love it!! It was a nice birthday surprise.
xoxo
What great kids!
Whenever I have one of those big and pregnant days when I don’t get as much accomplished as I hoped, hubby always reminds me “Even if you sat all day, you’ve worked harder than the rest of us. You’re growing a person!”
Glad that you can take it easy on yourself and enjoy the moment. That doll is so darn cute! I love that sweet face!
Wow. I need to get to work teaching my kids to cook!
What amazing children you have
I hope that you’re feeling better
And I personally can’t wait to see that doll finished
HECK NO it’s not a waste of a day to enjoy the things you love. Those days are my favorite.
It’s good to hear you sounding like a normal person. Some times I forget that you’re not superwoman. 😉
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