"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want, more than all the world, your return." - Mary Jean Irion.
I love that saying. It represents my happy place - just being home with my people with not much going on. Puttering and playing around the house. It may seem boring to some, but it is so much better, at least to me than the alternative. There is nothing wrong with being active, but when we are running crazy and over scheduled - it addles my brain. Normal - our normal - is what life is about.
Spencer started back up again with his acting classes. Hailey and I dropped him off downtown at the theatre. She asked me to take her picture with the Buster Keaton statue who was dressed in a pink scarf.
While we waited for him to finish his class, we ran to Meijer to mail a package and grab a few things. Hailey quickly pointed out a pillow that she thought was the bomb dot com.
It was a sunny, but chilly day. The kids decided to go outside and ride their bikes up and down the street. Evan always dresses for the weather.
I spent most of the day on Saturday rearranging the furniture in Evan's room. We also switched his captains bed with the bed frame that matches his furniture set ( Daddy's when he was growing up). Evan was not thrilled about selling his old bed so we set it up in the basement in the playroom. Once we get a mattress for it, it will be an awesome daybed. Of course about a half a billion toys have to be forcibly removed from that room. Another job on my growing list of things to do.
No judging, but it is almost a week later and the room pretty much still looks like this. I haven't gathered up the gumption to go through all his junk. There is just so much of it. This middle boy of mine is a collector.
Hailey woke up on Sunday morning with a pretty substantial cough. She explained to us that since she was sick she was going to have to have breakfast in bed.
We were not really buying the bed ridden sick act, but acquiesced her request none the less. Spencer spent most of the day on Sunday redoing one of his homework assignments. I swear the kids' homework this year is going to be my downfall. They all seem to have quite a bit and to get them to do it takes a lot of convincing and work on my part. I basically have to sit with them individually and work with them. All of this happens right around the time I should be making dinner as well - so I am learning to be quite a multitasker.
I don't know how I could ever work a job out of this house and then come home to all the work the evening brings. After school is when I go to work - its the hardest job of my life no question.
So that was our weekend, never mind that in another day we will start a new one. There are a million things I could be doing around here besides posting this, but the other day showed me once again why I do it. Spencer and I were trying to remember what he was for Halloween three years ago and since I probably have a million pictures somewhere is a photo box but not easily accessible, I told him I would see if it was on the blog. The two of us sat and looked through old posts and were laughing so hard that we were crying about funny things they used to say. Almost all of them I never would have remembered if I hadn't written them on here. Just one more day that I am thankful to have this little piece of the internet.