Monday, September 20, 2010
Our weekends are busy, always. I tend to put a lot of things off, until Christopher will be home. And he tends to put a lot of things off, just because he can't do them while hes at work during the week. Combine the two, and Saturday and Sunday are our busiest days, pulling double duty on the to do lists, our tasks reaching all the way to the bottom line of the page, and then wrapping around, the contents spilling over onto the backside.
And nobody ever flips the page over to read whats written on the back.
One of my homework assignments from last week, was to capture a day in my life, on camera. So while I'd usually only take pictures of my kids, I popped my safety bubble and took pictures of things, as well.
Not just things, I guess. But, things that I was doing, or working on, or experiencing. If I could have taken a picture of anxiety, exhaustion, and love- I would have, but...
It started out with me making pancakes. Charlie is so over eating cereal, and really, I don't blame him. Gorilla munch isn't anything to get excited about (I ate it every day while pregnant, so I'm over it too). So every weekend, first thing, I get out my homemade baking mix, the smart balance, the eggs, the milk, the griddle- and I make pancakes. Sometimes blueberry, sometimes chocolate chip, sometimes plain (like yesterday). And while I was in the kitchen (what kind of Mom has time to go sit down and enjoy her breakfast, really), still wearing my apron, I decided to finally finish making my gluten free thin mint cookies that had been hogging line 3 on my to do list for the past week. I heated up some chocolate on the stove top, mixed in my peppermint oil, and frosted and froze my wafers. Recipe here.
After we had all eaten and I had made a huge mess of the counters, sink, and myself (I'll never have enough aprons)- the day sort of ran past us.
I tricked my 4 year old into a photo shoot by handing her my glasses (more pictures from that later), I snuggled teeny tiny fingers wrapped up in a fuzzy teddy bear blanket, and both Christopher and I suffered through the babies new favorite movie "Space Puppies", for the second time. I could have killed my husband for picking it up while we were out shopping on Saturday, especially since I had to put back Hocus Pocus in order for them to get it, but- Eleanore had been talking about it for weeks, and I remember what that felt like when I was a kid. Ya know, begging your parents for a movie. Wanting it. Needing it. The only difference is, my parents would usually rent it for me, not buy it. Spoiled brats. Mommy loves you.
There were a couple of failed nap attempts next, but how do you take a picture of that? And why would you want to?
Later in the afternoon, after the kids finally did go down for quiet time, I put on my workout shoes, sprayed myself with spf, and headed out into the afternoon heat to mow the lawn. I miss, mowing the lawn. Before last summer, I hadn't so much as touched a lawn mower. But after that first round of it, last June, up until the week before I gave birth to Evelyn, its my funnest chore. Maybe because I'm outside, breathing fresh air, there are no babies, I'm being productive? Anyways, I missed it. I mowed both the front and the side yard yesterday, leaving the back yard (a wolf spider breeding ground, I'm sure) and the weed eating, for Christopher to do later.
We barbecued. Baked potatoes, chicken, and steak. Well, Christopher put onion powder on the steak, which is a no go for me, so- he had steak. And even though I had told him that it was ok, and that I didn't want any ...I totally did, so I was bummed, and a total prissy pants about it. And what would dinner be, without Charlie bringing us books to read to him, and then throwing them at us when we told him no? "Why don't you read it Charlie, look at the pages baby". You'd think that our suggestion was a bullet, based on his reaction. You know we're suckers and ended up reading it to him anyways, right? You would have too.
The coffee is self explanatory. Even though my body is totally intolerant to it, since having Evelyn (just as it was after having Charlie), I crave it. I drink it at about 25% coffee, 75% soy. Going through the motions, if nothing else, tricks me into thinking I'm getting a jolt of energy. And I survive the day.