Yep, so now I know what I did all day:
-Walked Charlie (no scary deer).
-Cleaned up last night’s dinner pots. Gross, I know.
-Emptied the dishwasher and refilled it the whole day long.
-Laundry (4 loads washed, dried, folded).
-Washed Charlie’s blankies and crate pads.
-Made s’mores with the kids.
-Build an erector set model of the space shuttle with Henry. Well, we built part of it anyway.
-Showered and stuff.
-Researched and went on our first letterboxing hunt.
-Made pink lemonade. Drank pink lemonade. Delightful.
-Did some light reading.
-Walked Charlie (Scary, scary deer were out. They nearly attacked us but then some other people came by and they ran off. Phew.).
-Tucked four kids in bed. Hugs, kisses and night-nights.
-Wine. Pickers. Bed.
So, seriously, I felt like I was busy all day, but it doesn’t seem like I did very much at all. And also, when I put Ella to bed last night, I realized that I hadn’t spent much time with her–just her–since summer began. Partly that’s because I’ve been busy, and partly that’s because she has been so busy with the big kids. I miss her. And I miss “us.”
I guess no matter how much I get done, it is never enough. And no matter how good it feels to have all of the laundry done, it’s quite an achey feeling to know that I miss my little girl.