Thursday, November 7, 2013

My Day's Life, or A Life in My Day, or...

I used to get all of these fun girl's magazines growing up, and almost every single one had a 'day in my life' feature.
This, my friends, is my day.
I woke up rested. (Now that felt good)  I spent some time doing paperwork with Bronz, made his lunch and sent him off. But not before he brought in a care package from my littlest sister, which made me cry.  So sweet. 
Kamie came down the stairs and wanted her rice crispy oatmeal - which is rice crispies. Somehow the name sounds more nutritious.  As much as I try, the boys can't seem to roll out of bed until much l-a-t-e-r than the rest of the fam.  So if you can't beat it... learn to enjoy it.  Kame's and I curled up on the recliner with her pre-k book and she drew the most amazing K all by herself, which kind of made my day.  And we matched an occasional picture to the right letter/sound.  Then the boys were up and the hubbub began - breakfast, baths, clothes, Bible time, morning nap for my little man, school for Wally, chores for Kamie.  She is loving helping, with everything. And is pretty much amazing.  Today I let her peel boiled eggs. (Speaking of which Bronz voxed me 3 times at dinner to make sure the egg was boiled, I guess I really must be a practical joker...)
Lunch, and more school, and drivers' permit studying, and cuddling in with Kamie for a nap.  Then having her lean over and say "I'm sorry Mama, for saying that I Hate naps." And then seconds after feeling her little body relax next to me, I hear Moo-ing from the next room.  Apparently that's my little farm boy's way of cooing.  I actually (Wishful thinking) wondered if it was coming from the pasture...? Not so. I'm pretty sure Blake's love language is physical touch. He wakes up with a grin, and slobbery kisses, and big hugs for Wally. And then he marches out to the fridge trying to hunt down some food.  Spelling tests, supper prep, scrubbed floor, spaghetti squash in the stove. (anything else I can alliterate?)  I ran Wally down to do chores and then went into town to grab milk, and give a friend a hug.  (About 3 days late. I really, really want to be a good friend.) At the gas station I realize that Kamie dressed herself. Maybe I should mention that Uncle Si is her favorite character on Duck Dynasty, and just maybe we've been watching too much of it.  Cuz' she marched into the gas station with shorts, rubber muck boots, (and a coat)  This would also be the time that you run into your banker and random people who know your husband enough to know you.  Also about this time you remember that the gas station attendant was hitting on your husband last week -- Please, please, don't let it be her shift.  Also about five minutes after this, you would get a call from your hubs wondering why you only bought 1 gallon of milk, and could you please go get more.  Oh, and could you bring out supper to the field.  (I just know those boys are gonna looove my spaghetti squash.)  Fortunately my friend has a Keurig, which meant a very quick amazing cuppa coffee.  And then back to the house to round up supper.  (Oh, and I really did have more than the squash in the oven.)  Around this time Kamie had an accident about three inches from the toilet, so she was streaking around the house.  I threatened that if she didn't get some clothes on I would put on unders and a coat and make her go au naturale, but she did comply and came down in more pajamas. I looked in the mirror at my very cute sweatband, from my very cute little sister, and read 'I'd Rather Be Running'   What?!!  I am running?!!  How much more running, can I be doing?  Oh, yeah, somehow this kind doesn't burn the same amount of calories, bummer.  We delivered supper, and Blake rode in the tractor with Bronz for a little while.  Then back home to tuck in the kids and clean up the kitchen. But wait.  Some guy's daughter is going to be dropping triticale off for Bronz to look at around 9:30.  So I keep the kids up, and we clean the kitchen. (And totally Tmi, but I also put off a trip to the bathroom... cuz that's when everyone comes over.)  I did learn an important lesson.  Never underestimate what children can do when they don't want to go to bed.  Kamie dried racks of dishes, Blake repeatedly put non-breakables into my sink of soapy water, and ran the sweeper back and forth on the floor.  Both got along famously.  After finishing Kamie raced over to my phone and pulled up Voxer to tell Bronz all about what she had done.  -That's a little disconcerting, especially since I'm not a big fan of their privacy settings.
Then it was 10:30 and the triticale hadn't showed up so, I tucked the babies in, and finally (Tmi alert) made it to the bathroom, when, lights came in the driveway...  Turned out Wally was getting dropped off, and I am still waiting on the triticale. And my man.  But even Mom's need sleep. 
So, I think I shall say
Sayonara Y'all, And to all a good night! 
(Have I mixed enough cultures?)

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