As I have said before, I am a huge fan of picklebums and her Real Life Wednesdays always crack me up. This weeks was no exception, and had some lovely pictures and it reminded me that even though life yesterday was exciting, I hope it isn't an ordinary day...
A laundry filled morning with cream of wheat and kiwis thrown in for breakfast. Perhaps next time, the majority will be consumed instead of spread through the house by little fingers. I will however take the cream of wheat on the toilet seat any day as it is a reminder that L2 (almost 13 months) is now peeing on the potty.
An afternoon of errands where you remember after the kids fall asleep right before you pull in the driveway that you forgot something for dinner (potatoes). Then thinking you have an hour to do a few things while they sleep, you mistakenly think to yourself "Quiet time!" This time it is Mummy quiet time instead of the time you ask the kids to be quiet and it may or may not happen. And if you are anything like me you think, hey I can start the bread rising and we can have it with our dinner instead of the potatoes. So you managed to ge the yeast, sugar and warm water started perfectly. Add the flour and begin the kneading (in the Kitchen Aid) when you hear a crazy sound of distress. Quickly abanoding the dough, you rush outside.
Instead of finishing your bread, you spend nap time chasing off a hawk and attempting, through army and belly crawling under the neighbor's forsythia bush, to "rescue" your stubborn chickens (Five!) who refuse to come out because the snow from the weekend is too deep for them to walk through. Eventually the kids wake up and you can free the dog from the car to help you herd the chickens out. Perhaps with some training she might even 1. follow directions a little better 2. actually herd a group verses one at a time.
And now it is dinnertime. You realize the pork tenderloin is not going to get that homemade Latin rub you had saved and you really don't have the energy to make a traditional dinner anyway so you make a quick decision to make a one pot macaroni and cheese dinner with fresh broccoli (that you wanted to bread and bake) with a medley of frozen veggies mixed in. Due to guilt you decide to shred up some fresh cheese to mix in and are thinking about something else while you are doing it. Of course you had splurged on the grater so it is ridiculously sharp, even if the plastic handles have long since busted and so while pondering you slip and slice your knuckle up. The good news is that the skin is still attached, the bad news is the EMT in you knows that there isn't enough for the stitches you probably need that you really don't have the time or energy to drag the two kids to get. Instead you apply pressure and ice, and get more and more frustrated as the minutes go by and it hasn't stopped because, hello, dinner is cooking and you really need to finish grating the cheese. Freshly bandaged and dinner finally finished, bread kneaded and put into pans for a second rise, you survey the house, trying hard to ignore the scattered toys, casualties of the excess energy gleaned from the solid naps while you got snow up your shirt and branches and bark down your pants. Sighing, you turn away and move on to bath time, confident that the kids are happy, healthy and eventually the house will be clean. You remind yourself of the saying you wish to post above the door as a warning to anyone who enters:
“Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing” -Phyllis Diller
Welcome to our Wednesday. Was it bad? No. Was it everyday? No. Am I ready to repeat it tomorrow? No comment. Wouldn't want to jinx myself.
p.s. I finished the bread after dinner:
What was your Wednesday like?
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