Last week I made all of the kids flannel jammie pants. It was a lesson in patience and learning to cover mistakes. And P.S., I am not real good with the buttonholer. Luckily, my clientele is not terribly discriminating and they have been wearing those soft flannel pants all week even in the 90+ degree heat. While they laid around in their flannel loungewear, I would spend time in the garden. The flowers in the garden are more beautiful this year than they have ever been. The herbs are growing steadily, and the tomatoes are coming along. That is all I planted this summer…maybe next summer there will be more.
I sat the other morning, watching the kids eat english muffins topped with a pat of butter and doused in homemade blueberry jam. While it is a bit of a romantic sight to see your children devouring homemade blueberry jam while it runs down their arms in thin purple streams, it is also messy. And an indication that the jam was a bit on the thin side. I will try again later in the summer…
Yesterday, Henry and I spent three hours or something like that building a lego set. It gave me a reason to avoid steam cleaning my carpets. Eventually though, the steaming had to be done. Disgusting. We live in filth.
Today I went for a run. It was absolutely awful. It was five miles of yuck. From the first step I could tell it would be unpleasant. And then about 40 minutes into the running, I got these rapid fire texts from Ella:
Hi can I get Netflix?
On my IPod?
At which point I said, with all the breath I could expend because seriously, I thought I was going to die on this run:
Stop texting me
And she stopped, but only after I got one more “Please?” Then The Man began texting me about his commute, and everyone was on some sort of party text where the whole family gets all the texts, so I could stay up to speed on what everyone was doing at that exact moment, when all I wanted was for my phone to stop vibrating and whistling at me for the next 20 minutes. It could be worse, I know… I mean seriously, how long can you stay frustrated at these freckles:
This summer hasn’t been all flowers and flannel jammies and lovely blueberry jam drips down our arms, of course. There has been plenty of crying and bickering and teasing and whatnot, too. And a lot of other kinks in the ordinary chain of events…like the blueberry bush that I planted — you will not believe how many blueberries we have harvested this summer so far.
Two berries — which were outstanding by the way. The birds are getting all of them. Which I knew would happen but I somehow thought perhaps that the laws of nature would cease to exist in my garden.
And the car…we had to have some repairs done.
And then the lawnmower broke.
And the garage door.
And the mailbox post is rotting.
Plus our basement had to be torn apart due to the pipe that broke (which is still not fixed). We have just finally gotten the walls, painting, and carpeting finished.
And today I ran out of butter. I do not even know how that happened because in the 17+ years that we have been married I do not think we have ever, ever run out of butter.
Such is life, right? Highs and lows and ordinary days… But there is magic in those ordinary days. Look for it. There you’ll be, just trying to get through another day of cooking dinner while Spongebob plays in the background and you’ll look over and see your four children in the soft, muted light of a late summer afternoon. There they’ll sit, in their flannel jammies, after a day at the pool. They’ll laugh at something…a couple of them will still have a spot of sticky blueberry jam on their cheeks. And it will knock you off your feet.
Your life is magical.