My days start off calm. I wake up to the sound of Chris showering for work and the sun just barely peeking in our window. It’s 7am. In no time, I hear Greta’s little feet coming up the stairs and she climbs into bed with me and before Chris leaves, Faye starts stirring. For a just a few minutes, we’re all together. Rested. And ready for a new day.
By noon, sometimes Chris is able to come home for lunch (he work just a couple miles away) and the house feels chaotic. My day’s to-do list is in full swing and the dining room table is showing all of the evidence. Greta is riding around on her scooter asking me if it is after 2 o’ clock yet so she can go play with a friend. She’s been asking since 10. Faye is cranky and it is about time for her second nap and Charly is rolling around on the living room carpet as if begging me to vacuum it. And we all want lunch. What is for lunch anyway?
By 7:30pm, the house is quiet again. Both girls are asleep. I turn on the shower and wash the day away. We turn on Netflix and catch up on our shows while Chris and I are clicking away on our keyboards–trying not to think about what to have for a treat tonight.
Have a wonderful weekend. We have a garage full of baseboards that we’re strangely excited about.