I have a cold. I didn’t realize it until last night when I finally sat down for the first time. My day went something like this:
Soccer game, 8:30 a.m. (I’d gotten to sleep at about 1 a.m.)
Returned home at 10:20 a.m. Made sure that son got off to his football game.
Cleaned up the kitchen.
Packed a few boxes.
Delivered boxes to storage unit, went to lunch with 8-year old, dropped stuff off at Value Village.
Drove across town to other Value Village to browse.
Picked up Papa Murphy’s pizza for dinner.
Dragged out fall decorations. Cleaned, decorated with help from 8-year old.
That doesn’t sound like much, but it was after six when I stretched out on my bed with a book and realized that my nose felt a lot more like a cold than an allergy. And then I cuddled up with a tissue box and a book.
I hate that. Who needs a cold? Not me. At least it’s a mild one.
We slept in today–well, by “we” I mean “me.” My daughter woke up at five with a bad dream and then came in every so often to wake me just after I’d drifted back to sleep.
At last I crawled out of bed and made my way to kitchen where I cleaned it up and then mopped. I fed the kids lunch, then decided that today would be the day that I’d clean out my boys’ room. They had some old furniture and clothes I wanted to get rid of.
That project lasted almost three hours but I’d been successful and dropped off three pieces of furniture at the thrift store.
My daughter had begged me all weekend to make The Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls (my linky thing won’t work but you can find them here: http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/breads/pioneer-womans-cinnamon-rolls/). I just got The Pioneer Woman Cooks and Grace saw the photograph of cinnamon rolls. Anyway, so I set about making them, only I didn’t have milk. I had buttermilk. And I don’t have maple extract. So I used vanilla.
They were delicious.
They finished baking while I was trying to watch “The Amazing Race.”
And then when the show ended, I worked for four hours.
The upcoming week is half-days at school. It’s conference time once again, also known as that time when I spend my entire afternoon shift feeling annoyed by my children, which is sad, but true. Have you ever tried to work while four children are in your vicinity? I dare you to try.
Tomorrow, though, I don’t work in the afternoon, so we plan to go to the pumpkin patch. We love to go there . . . and, of course, I say to myself, “This is the last time we’ll go to the pumpkin patch.” We’ve gone twelve years in a row.
Memories . . . light the corners of my mind . . . misty water-colored memories . . . of the way we were.