My brilliant, beautiful, and wise friend Laura, over at the Hollywood Housewife, is doing a fun link-up today called One Day. So I took pictures of the daily stuff of our typical Wednesday. It’s one part ‘get to know you’ and one part documentation of the details for our own selves.
Wednesdays are a bit of an odd day for us – it’s one of two days a week when I have childcare so not exactly typical – but I decided to participate anyways.
My day started unreasonably early. I’ve been sick with a Never Ending Death Cold for weeks, and I wake up with a coughing fit in the wee sma’s lately. So up at 5 and I coughed until 5:30 when I finally decided to come out to the kitchen for a cuppa tea. I had a bit of time reading the Bible, praying through Common Prayer, and then I got online to check my email for the day.
I’m always pleasantly surprised at how I get to write posts with Big Feelings about sacred cows and yet, my readers, you guys, always react with such grace. I had a few notes from other blogers like “How do you DO THAT?!” and all I can surmise is that I’m an outsider to the mainstream, and most of you are here because you’re also a bit of an outsider, and we like being outsiders together.
I also checked the Help One Now Haiti Legacy Project progress and saw that we were nearly at 50% funding for Phase 3. So that was a nice start to the day.
Next the tinies stumbled out of bed. Evelynn wakes up at about 6:15 but I try to make her stay in bed until 7. It’s a losing battle. And the older two share a room right next to hers, and so they were all blinking and ready to go by 6:45 today. As always.
Evelynn plays with the farm animal magnets on our old fridge while Anne and Joe check the weather online, it’s a most sacred ritual. Then they watch any new storm tracker videos about pets. I make coffee, empty the dishwasher, and handle breakfast while Brian sleeps in a few more moments.
Almost every single morning, we eat peanut butter toast but today, for some reason, they all wanted honey-nut cheerios. So, sure, why not. Anne always eats her body weight at breakfast time: three bowls of cereal, two pieces of toast, and a banana. She hardly eats supper, hasn’t since she was a baby. Evelynn is part-goat: she’ll eat anything and everything. Joe ate his cereal and a banana. They all watched a Little Bear video on my computer while I puttered around making beds and preparing lunches.
Brian left at 7:30 for work, I hopped in the shower, and then got everyone dressed for the day. I have had a few hard days with Joseph since the time change, and after I kevetched about it to my dad the other night, I received a text by 8 AM with a few Bible verses about how I had the wisdom I needed, and I was walking in Christ’s anointing for whatever tasks lay before me. (I love my Dad.)
I have a little framed photograph in our washroom from a LifeWomen conference I attended years ago, it says “You are beautiful” and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked at it after getting ready and thought, well, that’ll do then.
Then our beloved babysitter Miss S arrived. I love this woman. She is one of God’s great blessings to our family – and not just because she does the tinies’ laundry (washed! folded! put away!) without being asked every single week – it’s because our tinies love her like family, and she loves them (and us) like family. I’ve learned a lot from her, and we are all so thankful for her twice-weekly times with my tinies. So she arrived to great fanfare and excitement, and then Anne and I took off for school drop-off. Anne informed me she hadn’t done her reading homework, despite my asking last night, and then did her required reading in the car on the way. She got so caught up, she wouldn’t get out of the van at drop-off because she had to finish just one more page.
Then it’s my morning to work! Imagine that, eh?
I stop at Starbucks for a coffee, and then head over to my parents’ empty house. I set up in the dining room, take care of email and social media responses and playing around, then I settle in. I have a book due in just a few weeks, and I’m still in the Lamott-ian $#*tty first draft stage of the game.
My parents have been so supportive with my work: for a birthday a few years ago, they bought me this MacBook Pro, and it’s always covered in fingerprints, no matter how often I clean it, and I use it more than almost anything else in my life. They work all day, and their house is just over the mountain -and quiet – so I often come here instead of the coffee shop of library. I spread out my stuff at the Christmas supper table and bleed all over my book writing, and then sneak back out after setting the house alarm.
Today? Chapter 7 was completed. This was one about spiritual mothers and church mothers, and I’ve loved it. But still, nice to take care of another first draft and tuck it away. I drank two vent Americanos with two shots of cream each. And I wear Clinique lipstick in a bronze sort of shade.
Then I went to pick up Annie at school. We drove home and picked up the two littles from Miss S’s care. She had given Evelynn a bath, and so her hair was ringlets-galore, and she smelled divine. She didn’t have a great nap though, and Joe was rather grouchy, as well which didnt’ bode well for the rest of the witching hours ahead. But we had a play date with one of Anne’s best friends -whose mother is a good friend of mine, too – and so away we went anyway.
Anne and Ellie played dress-up, while Wendy and me referreed the two little ones. At one point, she let them bang away on her piano, while we hollered our conversation over the din, and the mark of a good friend is that neither one of us thought it was at all odd.
Joe put on a fantastic performance of a tantrum when it was time to clean-up toys and head home. So after letting him squall on a stool, I corralled everyone into the minivan. (Again, good friend: doesn’t blink once. Been there, done that, she chuckles.) We had to pull over on the road because I would not drive another centimetre until everyone stopped hollering. (Yep.)
Once peace was restored, we turned the corner for home and were confronted with an absolutely glorious sunset. It’s late autumn, and the sun starts to set by 3:30 these days. it was nearly 4;30 and so the sun was practically gone by now. So I parked the minivan at the ridge, and loaded Evie into the stroller. We walked down the Discovery Trail of Abbotsford, just to watch the sunset. The favourite sight of my life besides my own tinies, is the black inky lace of pine trees against a setting sun in the west. Mark it down, now, I told Joe, doesn’t it look like black lace. It was cold, and damp, and totally worth the effort.
After that, we headed home. Brian had started making plain buttered noodles for the tinies, we were having reheated leftovers from the night before. He had to run out to work at 6PM, and so I didn’t have time for pictures. Evelynn went to bed at 6:50, and then I let the older tinies watch a little show on the TV while I checked email. Joe holds his hair when he’s sleepy, and it melts my heart. He’s such a tender-hearted boy.
Anne and Joe went to bed at 7:30. Brian came home. I talked to my mum for a few minutes. Then we had an at-home date night. (Okay, fine, we made out like teenagers.)
9 o’clock and I settled in for supper with an old favourite, The Golden Road by L.M. Montomgery. Yep, a bowl of popcorn and cheap white wine = supper tonight. I swear this is better therapy for me than an hour on the couch with Dr. Phil.