I woke at 6 am, and slowly came around to the realization that
I Titus had slept all night.
I had forgotten what it felt like to get in bed and stay there for 8 hours, asleep. So, this is what normal people experience every night?! I like it!
My main goal for the day (in addition to educating three, nursing one, and keeping the other from killing herself- while cooking three meals and running a business) was to do my monthly bathroom cleanings. If you want to judge me on that, go ahead. Then send me a maid for the sake of my children.
I was sneaking some quiet time buying these shaped cookie cutters:
When Brent came in to tell me goodbye and also… “All the big kids are awake and Arwen is fake barfing but I think it’s just indigestion from the Mexican food we ate last night mkay? Buh-bye!”
7 am am
He turned on PBS and skidded out the driveway to an 8 hour long meeting. I remember now, I fell asleep while he was telling me the meeting topic last night. Exhilarating stuff.
Determined for coffee, I headed downstairs just in time to catch the loudest wretching sound I have ever heard in my life, accompanied by much spitting into a “throw up bucket”. (You might call it Tupperware at your house though.) I empathetically told her to “stop making that noise so loud” and headed to make coffee. Arwen asked me to scratch her back, I asked her to let me have some caffeine first. She smiled because she understands me.
The kitchen was still a wreck from lunch yesterday since we had headed out to the park and dinner out yesterday afternoon.
I cleared the dishes and tidied up the counters. I heard Titus cooing on the baby monitor.
I fixed Arwen a pallet on the floor of my bedroom. And quickly made a latte.
Then I snuck out to gather eggs and let the chickens out of their coop. They very nearly attacked me since I hadn’t let them out all day yesterday. As I rounded the corner back up to the house I heard more ginormously loud wretches resounding through the (closed tight) windows of my bedroom.
Titus sounded happy and the kids were engaged in some sort of government-sanctioned propaganda, so I figured I’d sneak in some Bible time. I lead a local Bible study group, so it’s my job to load the verses of the day onto our group page so that everyone can check in throughout the day.
Titus didn’t let me get any study time in, but I did at least read my Bible. I nursed my sweet boy and sipped my cold coffee and tried not to worry about the loud wrenching I was still hearing.
Titus had a poop, but I had to set him down to break up a fight. Then deliver the bad news that the tv was being turned off and the others needed to go get dressed and clean their rooms.
I picked Titus up to go change him but then Evie announced that although she was completely naked, she had no clothing to wear. I found her a short sleeve shirt and some tights. She was pleased.
Finally, I was able to deal with Titus’s poopy diaper and get the boy a banana while finishing off the very last of my stone cold latte.
Breakfast helpers. Charis scrambled eggs and she and Evie buttered the toast. I was discovering that I had failed to turn the dryer on yesterday and now laundry was really doomed. (Someone had pooped everywhere in their room the day before, so we had sheets and blankets, etc going)
Breakfast was served. I swept the kitchen while they ate.
I shooed chickens off the deck and then went around emptying trash cans while Charis and Evie did dishes, Ezra wiped the table and then brought down dirty laundry to the laundry room.
I caught my reflection in the mirror and had one of those “Oh. That’s what I look like!” moments and snapped a selfie.
Then I popped in to check on Arwen. She requested a warm bath. I obliged and even gave her some custom made bath salts. Just call me Martha-dang-Stewart.
I dislodged “bullets” from Ezra’s “machine” Nerf gun approximately 7 times in this half hour block of time.
We headed down to the basement for school.
Realizing that Charis hadn’t quite finished her kitchen job I called her back in to re-instruct how to wash a pan. “If it still smells like meatloaf, it’s not clean.”
The rest of us headed down for school in the basement. I set Evie up with some Starfall on the computer, had Ezra help me clean all the balloons off the floor and set Titus down in the adjacent play room. Charis came down to play with him. (They are buddies for my school time with Ezra every morning.)
Then I remembered I was supposed to take my adrenal supplements with breakfast. I told Ezra I’d be right back and charged up the stairs for a sip of water and some pills.
Then I remembered Arwen was still in the bath tub. I’m experiencing a phase of motherhood in which I am sure that they are all going to die at any moment. It’s loads of fun. I busted into the bathroom shouting her name, sure that she had drowned. (She’s 8, so perfectly capable of bathing herself, in case you didn’t know.) She appeared to be just drifting off to sleep. Relieved that I listened to my
paranoia instinct, I reminded her to never stay in the tub if she felt sleepy, dressed her and put her back on the pallet.
Please remember that Evie was a Free Radical today since her buddy was having a sick day.
I headed back down stairs to the middle level and remembered that small group was this evening and my kitchen floors were atrocious. I couldn’t help myself. I began to mop.
Ezra came up stairs and told me he had been waiting for an hour and was just going to go play. I conceded that I had gotten sucked in but also informed him that I had been busy saving Arwen’s life. He found that an acceptable excuse.
I got mop stuff all over my socks and left them on the table.
And look how shiny my floor was!
I head back down to the basement to discover Titus was giving Charis a run for her money, climbing on things and falling off. I nursed him while starting a math test with Ezra, and instructed Charis to go cut up some pear for snack time.
Charis returned with the pear and we had a serious conversation about never letting babies climb on furniture, even if they get mad when you take them down.
Moving right along, it was time for phonics. Titus wriggled on my lap and dropped pear down my shirt while Ezra tried very hard to focus on flash cards.
After that was speech therapy on the iPad. We are very very very very slowly making progress.
Honestly, I can’t remember what everyone was doing at this time, but I know what I was doing.
Oh! I remember now. Evie was downstairs peeing all over Brent’s office chair, Ezra was firing his Nerf gun and being OCD about reloading every.single.bullet after every shot, and Titus was in the play pen with a Furby. Charis was reading.
I instructed Evie to go put her dirty clothes in the laundry room and prayed there was something in the dryer for her to wear.
I had noticed a chicken missing and found her trying to go up the steps to the front door. The rascal had hopped the picket fence, which they do from time to time and generally find out they don’t like it out in the open.
She pooped on me as I carried her back to the back yard.
I came inside, changed into the only other pair of pants I own that doesn’t have paint on them and found Evie like this:
She was not complaining about being naked at.all. We found her some clothes and I set about making lunch. First, I scooted downstairs to sprinkle baking soda on the padding of Brent’s chair.
First Then, I texted Brent an update on our day.
I didn’t eat any of the thin mints. I made lunch out of hot dog buns and peanut butter for the kids, toasted some plain bread for Arwen and sent that up along with an emergen-C and made myself lunch out of some homemade kefir, greens, and protein powder. It’s a little tangy, but it really sticks to your ribs, you don’t have to sit down for it, and it’s absolutely wonderful for you in every sort of way.
I witness Evie wiping her mouth with my socks.
On Wednesdays Evie and Ezra stay up from naps so that we can put them to bed early before small group for church that we host here. Titus goes down for an early nap, and that way they are all ready for bed just as everyone arrives and I can actually sit down and conversate.
I put on a movie for them, nursed Titus to sleep and checked on my big girl.
Good news! No barfing since the bath! I’m not investigating this “illness”. It’s rough being the biggest kid and sometimes, you just need a day to yourself with bath, books, and jello and toast. No questions asked.
Time to make bread! We don’t eat a ton of bread, but lately I’ve been tired and have been buying sandwich bread. I figure if we are going to eat it, I may as well make it as healthy as I can. Charis is my baker, so while the littles watched their movie, we decided to make a double batch. At this point she showed me the bulging bandaid on her leg from an injury that happened yesterday that I was not aware of. Evidently Daddy had doctored it. I made a mental note to clean it later since it looked sketchy.
We ground the flour and began measuring ingredients. I opened the freezer to get some vital wheat gluten out and found this:
Almost every day I find something weird frozen in there. This is a butter ramican from Outback Steakhouse with Panda Puffs in it. Neat.
Charis joined the others for movie #2 while the dough did it’s first rise and I retrieved the chicken from the wrong side of the fence again. I got chicken poop on my second pair of socks and gave up on the idea of warm feet for the day. Then I cleaned the master bathroom upstairs. I came down just in time to hear the alarm on the oven, letting me know the dough was done rising.
Boy, was it.
I divided it and put it into the four pans that Charis had oiled for me, returned them to the oven for a second rise and set the timer for 25 min.
Then I sat down in a sunny window seat to start blogging all of this.
The timer went off again, I took the pans out to preheat the oven and returned to my blogging.
I heard Titus fussing and decided he couldn’t wait until the oven was done preheating.
I nursed him, and when we came down the oven was ready. I stuck the bread in the oven and stuck Titus in his play pen to finish the movie with the others.
Their movie goes off, but I’ve still got about 20 minutes left on the bread and I’m still trying to blog all this. So I turned on 1 Diego, promising bread when it went off
Time to eat some warm bread from the oven! Ezra is chasing a screaming Evie around with a spoon, Arwen is starving, only one bathroom got cleaned, baby crying in play pen….Daddy still has 2 hours of his meeting left to go…
But look at this bread!
And that, is the first half of the day. I hear the Ding! Ding! of round two. Gotta go.
Ps. I don’t have the heart to show you what the floor looks like now. Just keep that shiny image in your head.