Yesterday began with half a pot of coffee and Ross crabbing
about running errands. Luckily, Grandma retired so I was fortunate to be able
to leave Ross at her house. While at the
bank, Maisie opened the bathroom door while I was changing my tampon. Turned
out she was scared of the toilet flushing.
The day carried on with endless loads of laundry, countless
dirty cups, wiping cottage cheese curds out of kitchen cabinet grooves, digging
out splinters, pulling weeds, watering my basil, sending Ross to ‘digging
camp’, arguing over whose turn it was to swing, Ross hitting Maisie then
dumping a bowl of noodles over himself when I came after him, slicing my thumb
and foot when that bowl later shattered, picking up countless pairs of
pee-dampened training underwear, baking cookies in which the recipe forgot to
mention flour, making pudding, Jello, ranch dressing and pizza crust.
We played with the timer on my camera which
entertained the kids for hours. We followed
up with charades in front of the fireplace before bed.
The game ended when each
of the kids’ actions involved some sort of emergency bowel situation. That’s always my clue they’ve lost interest.
Yesterday we lived life.
We yelled, we worked, we laughed, we pretended, we sang and we played. It was a normal day. However yesterday I watched my life and
actually saw it.
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