This week we have been busy.
This week we have been sick, for the first time in a long time. Three kids. There was some throw-up. There is a lot of nasal spray and there are a lot of tissues.
This week I dried a lot of tears.
We had cheer practice, football practice, three back-to-school sessions, riding lessons, haircuts, CCD, and a couple of meetings.
This week, I signed myself up to be room mom for two of the classes. I offered to run sunshine math for all three.
This week I deep cleaned our living room. I researched exterior metal paints. I ordered a turkey baster, turkey herbs and a fall cornucopia.
I ordered three pairs of snow boots, one winter coat, two pairs of gloves.
I paid bills. Checked accounts. Sent out reminders. Made appointments.
This week I did one million loads of laundry.
I marched little boys into the shower. Oh, if you could have seen these little boys. Covered, and I mean covered from head to toe, in dirt. They insisted they could just sponge off. I laughed. They had chunks of wood in their hair. (“Oh yeah,” said Henry, “I kept bumping my head on the logs.”)
This week I slept less than usual.
This week, I made spaghetti and meatballs, beef with barley soup, Tuscan tuna salad and granola. The soup was not a hit.
This week, I ate ice cream three times.
I drank some wine.
This week, I worried.
I remembered things that were long forgotten.
I was frustrated.
I was happy.
I knew contentedness.