I just had a clever intro written but I deleted it. And that’s the state of my mind lately: deleted.
Basically I said something about time flying and not having any control over my time, yadda yadda. It’s like we moved to America and now we’re in warp speed. I don’t get it. I never felt like this when we lived in New Zealand. But for those of you who know me in real life and have been wondering why I don’t email or even blog that much anymore, I want to give you a rundown of our ‘normal’ week. I’m going to start on Tuesday because in my world I feel like Tuesdays is the first day of the week and, since it’s my blog, I’ll do it my way.
1 am: Handsome comes home from being at seminary in San Francisco all day. Last class finishes at 9:30pm on Monday and then he drives home. I’m asleep, of course, but I always wake up, particularly when somehow the door doesn’t open properly and he has to knock.
3-4am: Little Buddy wakes up and decides he’d like a snack. We’re working on this one. He doesn’t know it but very soon he’s going to be crying himself back to sleep in the nighttime. I just have to schedule a few days to do it, probably starting on Friday. I promise, I’m not a mean mama, but he’s big enough that he doesn’t need to eat during the night and I can tell that he’s not all that hungry anyway.
6am: Alarm goes off. We’re up and getting ready. Kids get up about 6:30-7 and have breakfast straight away.
7:10: we’re out the door, getting the kids into the carseats in order to take Handsome to work so we can have the car for the day.
7:30: drop Handsome off at work and then come home, sometimes via the bank or gas station or Grandma’s house. They like the early morning stops at Grandma’s house because then they get second breakfast. They’re hobbits.
On Tuesdays we have playgroup at 10, so we usually do jobs around the house in the morning beforehand. I make an attempt to clean up the house and they make an attempt (very successfully) to mess it up. Little Bud has a nap. I’m really really working on keeping the girls with me so that they can help with the chores and I can keep them more occupied so they don’t fight. The fighting is really getting to me.
9:45am: The last several weeks, while it’s been super duper hot, we’ve been playing at McDonalds, which has an indoor playground. When we started on our real, not-on-a-vacation budget, I stopped buying food at McDonalds and just brought our own snacks. They were disappointed, but dealt with it. My mom has been meeting us there most weeks because it’s just aroud the corner from her house. And Precious, the nearly 4 year old, has discovered that Grandma is a softy ad if she asked politely Grandma will usually buy her a cheese hamburger, as she calls it. And I don’t mind. That’s what Grandma’s are for, after all. Just wait till she starts asking for a trip to Hawaii. Grandma isn’t that much of a pushover.
12pm: head home for lunch, if they haven’t already eaten, and have naps. Yesterday we actually went to my mom’s house and had a quick swim and then went home. Not much longer and it will be too cold to swim, so I want to take advantage of it.
I spent most of the afternoon on the couch trying to rest because I was so tired. Precious never slept but she was quiet. Cutie, the 2 year old, stayed in her bed until nearly 5. She was pooped. And Little Bud slept most of the afternoon.
I made dinner during the afternoon and stuck it in the fridge until 5 when i put it in the oven to bake. We all left to pick up Handsome from work at 6 and when we got home dinner was ready (I had turned the oven off before we left. Don’t freak out, Mom.)
By the time we ate and dealt with numerous requests for help with dinner and more milk and ketchup, it was nearly 7. Handsome said he needed to work on an assignment, as well as plan Sunday’s worship service and find some fill-in musicians, so I took care of baths. So it was nearly 8 by the time everyone was in bed and I started on the kitchen. Little Bud decided he didn’t want to sleep so I had to spend a bit more time getting him to sleep. AlthoughI had other things to do I sure love spending time with that little boy. He’s precious.
So I cleaned up the kitchen and swept and mopped the floor (we have a tile floor that shows every speck of dirt) and then it was 9. I got out the ironing board and spent another 45 minutes ironing shirts and pants for Handsome. He even has to wear a tie! by the time I was finished it was 10. I had a shower and went to bed. It was 10:30 and I was pooped.
1am: Precious wakes up to use the bathroom.
And then it all begins again. Each day is a bit different, but I only have the car on Tuesdays and Wednesdays so those are the days that we do our errands, which is a lot of work with the three kids. I do as much as I can by myself but it doesn’t work out much.
I have a lot more to say but I need to take a nap while I can. I’ll write more about our exciting life when I have a chance.
And Terry M, if you’re reading this, I’ve been meaning to write you to say that we miss you guys so much. Definitely miss your eggs (they have a free-range farm) but also your company. You know what it’s like, having to make new friends when you move. It takes a while. The other night I was thinking “Boy, I’d really like to invite ourselves over for a roast with yorkshire pudding”. Just to relax and hang out.
And to the rest of our friends, we miss you too I promise.