In which this is a Wednesday in my life

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.

And now it’s 10:47 p.m., everyone is sleeping, this blog post is done, and I’m headed to bed. Good night.
One Day at Hollywood Housewife

  • Charity Jill Erickson

    A window into another’s life…it’s like art, literature…I like it.

    • Sarah Bessey

      I always love reading other bloggers’ when they do it so it was fun to participate this time. It is art and literature, you’re right!

  • wendy

    Aww, Sarah, you’re too sweet!
    I like your day. Mine was good too. I’m glad they intersected!

  • Linda Stoll

    … someday you’ll be glad you wrote this dailyness on paper … I wish I had done the same all those years ago … the memories of the extraordinary ordinary so quickly fade …

    • Sarah Bessey

      I often think that with the blogging. Even if it matters not an ounce ot anyone else, I have this record of my life for my own self in my future years, and even for the tinies.

  • Jessica @ Quirky Bookworm

    My “One Day” was a little out-of-the-ordinary too, since we’re in the midst of moving. But it was fun to document.

    And I heartily approve of books and snacks after littles go to bed! Mine was My Berlin Kitchen and a bowl of chex mix. :)

    • Sarah Bessey

      Good woman.

  • Charlotte

    Your son Joe reminds me so much of my younger brother, who is also named Joseph. He’s also quite sweet and tenderhearted. Thank you for this look into your life.

  • Elisabeth Grunert

    I really really enjoyed this. I needed to read about someone else’s everyday life and knowing they too were using a spot of tv for getting stuff done, struggling with colds, facing tantrums, eating leftovers. It makes me feel we are all in this together. Cheers, sister. and thanks.

    • Sarah Bessey

      Oh, yes, mama. Leftover-Eaters, Unite!

  • Lisa-Jo Baker

    Oh goodness love this idea so much. Why is it that the ordinary corners of our lives are often the most interesting to others? But they are. Thanks for letting us sneak a peek.

    • Sarah Bessey

      I don’t know but it’s true! I love reading other bloggers “daily” posts so finally decided to do one. You should do one for the (in)courage community with Laura leading the charge or something! She did a great job.

  • Mme Zalopha

    I am having trouble finding just the right words for this, but the idea of you, writing in your parents’ empty home just slays me. I see there a combination of trust, care, and safety that makes me ache.

    • Sarah Bessey

      Oh, that is true, Mme. I never thought of it that way. Makes it more precious to me. Thank you.

  • ChrisAnn and Kristin

    How, oh how, do you get those kiddos to bed so early?!

    • Sarah Bessey

      Habit. Theirs and mine. 😉

  • Kathleen Quiring

    Ooh, I love these! But I’m with ChrisAnn and Kristin: I’m SO JEALOUS that your kids go to bed that early. HOW?! Oh, how I would love to have an evening without the munchkin! She’s gone to bed no earlier than 10:30 since birth. But anyway; I, too, love hearing about my favourite bloggers’ everyday lives!

    • Sarah Bessey

      Oh, they’ve always gone to bed then. I start them with 7 o’clock bedtimes right at the start. i need those evenings! Plus they’re super early risers like me (regardless of bedtimes – again, like me!) so they need to go to bed early to get their proper sleep. They are sleepy and ready for bed! I had early bedtimes as a kid, and so to me, it was super normal. I don’t think I was up until 9 until junior high school!

      • Sarah Bessey

        case in point = I’m tired and I am overusing “super” and exclamation points. :-)

  • Sharon O

    After a day of kids popcorn and wine is awesome. I love it. Cute little children and oh to have a helper I am sure many mom’s would love that. You also reminded me of how much I need to ‘cultivate’ a new ‘writing’ space or time. My blog is slowly coming along. Really need to revive it for Thanksgiving and Christmas themes.

    • Sarah Bessey

      Look forward to seeing it when you do, Sharon!

  • laura @ hollywood housewife

    I love, love, LOVE seeing the details of your day. Thanks for participating, friend.

    • Sarah Bessey

      It was a fantastic idea. I’d do it again!

  • Stephanie

    These posts are my FAVORITE.

    Thanks for giving us a snapshot of your life.

    You might be jealous when I tell you that my kids sleep in until 8 or 8:30am every morning, but…BUT…they also go to bed sometime between 9pm-10pm every night. Pros and cons to everything. 😉

    P.S. How’s the book? I’m reading the second book in the Crosswicks Journal by Madeleine L’Engle. Her writing perfectly resonates with my heart in this season.

    • Sarah Bessey

      You’re right – the tinies are up early regardless of what time they go to bed, so they have to go to bed early to get their proper sleep. (Oh, are they grouchy on less than 10-11 hours! Whewwwww.) Books going well! Slow but sure, one word after another. I’ll get there, I hope. (And I always love reading these types of posts from other people so it was fun to do one for once. Love peeking into lives.)

  • pastordt

    I LOVE that your kids go to bed so early. Most of my grandkids have stayed up late their entire lives – and I just don’t understand it. I used to love those evening times – for talking/crafts/reading/laundry/grocery shopping. . . yes I did a lot of my shopping at night, without tinies in tow. Lovely to peek in at your life a little. Even thinking about writing a book just gives me the heebie-jeebies, so I am envious of your commitment and your vision. May you be blessed in the finishing stages of this wretched first draft part – I know the finished product will be a joy to read.

    • Sarah Bessey

      I love it, too. It was something we decided really really early in our parenting. They are happier when they are getting at least 10-11 hours of sleep, they wake up early (regardless of what time they go to bed), and so early bedtimes are a must. Plus, like you said: I get my evenings to read, be with Brian, get groceries, make phone calls etc. It’s a Marriage Saver. I think early bedtimes fell out of fashion but mine are never up past 8 o’clock (and 8 is just a Friday night treat!).

      • Lisa Bartelt

        We put our kids to bed early, too! I’d much rather have the time to unwind in the evening than more time to sleep in, in the morning.

  • Lauren

    How in the world do you handle it getting dark so early?! I’m in Indianapolis and it gets dark here around 5:30….which in my opinion is waaayy too early. :)

    • Sarah Bessey

      I suppose I’m used to it – we get the opposite too in the summer. Sunshine until nearly 10 o’clock!

  • Fiona

    I really enjoyed this, Sarah. Thank you for sharing it.

  • Bethany Paget

    I love getting a sneak peek into another womans “mom life” that there are tantrums, crying, cars being pulled over and beauty in the midst of it all. It reminds me of this Oswald Chambers devotional that is so hard on heart lately about how we are such disciples of Christ in the daily, even more so than in the BIG things we think we should be doing.
    Thanks for sharing.

  • Leanne Penny

    Love it! We are early bed people too.

    I think my favorite part is your hauling the tinies out of the car to take in that sunset properly. I’m going to let this post change me a bit in that way.

    PS- Totally missed out on this day in the Life so I am thinking of doing one Monday because I’ve been jonesing to try something like this.

  • Anne J

    Read the other day and LOVED it – probably because it helps makes the daily struggles seems so much more normal and OK when I read that someone else has the same ones!
    Thanks for making me notice something I hadn’t before…those trees, sans leaves, ARE like inky black lace! Saw some today against the mountains driving to PItt Meadows and wow! That’s pretty, right there. Thanks for showing me the beauty…again! xo

  • Lisa Bartelt

    I SO loved this post because it makes me feel “normal” in motherhood, or free-er somehow. I think I get this idea when I’m all alone in the house with the kids that everything I’m doing is wrong and no one else does it that way and if THEY knew how I parented my kids, they’d take my kids away or something ridiculous like that. I have this unrealistic picture in my head that mine are the only kids who watch t.v. or eat 3 bowls of cereal for breakfast and not much else and that no other mother showers while she’s home alone with her kids. Anyway, thank you for giving us a glimpse of a day in your life.