Monday arrived unexpectedly. It had such a mish mash of things crammed into just however many hours we have got too (it's just after 9pm).
Let's see. Small girl went on her first school camp. Great excitement, lots of prep, everything in plus brownies. And then as we waited to get on the bus, it all started to unravel with hugs, whispers of "but I can't phone you to say goodnight" and some hard blinking. And then sitting alone at her windowseat on the bus, outright tears. My mommy heart is completely wrung out for this bright but fragile child of mine. Praying for friends AT camp and lots of fun. And that she will find her place in this Grade for this season of her life.
Small boy rejoicing in single childhood, but rather subdued and missing his sister by supper time. We researched horn sharks for his oral, tried cold pizza as a test run for another school lunch alternative he might just eat and procrastinated through homework until the offer of minecraft was held out. Amazing how much faster you can get things done when there is a 20 minute session in your possible future! Still chuckling over his song of yesterday:
Dumb ways to die-iii-iii (duh-duh-da-duh) - Homework!
Dumb ways to die-iii-iii (duh-duh-da-duh) - Homework!
Dumb ways to die-iii-iii (duh-duh-da-duh)... Tidying up my roo-oomm!
Dumb ways to die-iii-iii (duh-duh-da-duh)... Tidying up my roo-oomm!
Ah, what's next? I'll skip over the stomach-clenching whine of the hygienist's polish drill and the "eerrccckkk" scrape of her torture tines, the sucking sound of the pump and the final relieved spit of pink water while wondering if you are actually covered in bits of your mouth (ick, so not-my-favourite-thing).
Bin Day! The jigsaw puzzle of who gets what bin back after the truck has come through. 3 goes to 7 and 7 goes to 3 but 3 calls me... you get the memo. Quite fun. I got to haul 3 back to 7 and 7 back to 3 and catch up with the neighbours along the way.
Ah, that leave cake and dirty feet. Not related, happy to say. Monica, our char, politely reminded me as she was leaving last week that it's her birthday tomorrow, JUST in case I forget. Hence cake.
And hey, it's the water crisis. I am sure I can hop into bed with less than pristine feet? Er. Hmm, they might dirty the sheet. And darn it, that brings me back to the recollection that I forgot to wash Luke's school shirt, so the boy is without for tomorrow. Argh. Back to the water (washing) crisis. Hmm. Not much option of hanging it out to air these days - ha ha ha!
I should end with something spiritual. I think I can come up with something.
Contentment. It's all a bit nuts around here, but I am so glad to be where I am, with the people I have as friends, the school moms I do life with. My man. My kiddies. Rather rich. I used to always offer God my day back as a bouquet at the end of a day.
This is one weird bouquet. But I think He'll appreciate it. Although, I think I'd better wash those feet in the bucket after I get round to washing a small boy's shirt!
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