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.