Today was the last day of freedom.
School begins tomorrow, and that means the house will again be alive at 6:30 am.
(OoooOooOoohh)
My goal is to be up with the children so I can
make breakfast and pack lunches then smooch them off to
It's been hit or miss with me since mornings are hard for me.
The girls had two wishes:
Claire wants me to help her pick out her outfits and give her my stamp of approval.
Jane wants me to fix her hair every morning.
My fingers are the worst, but I'll give it my best shot.
I am not sure if my body feels a change in the air, but I am sure achy lately.
It's hard to wake up and move and when I do I lie in bed,
look out my window
and tell me that
"I can do it" and I repeat that over and over again.
We took the kids bowling today for their last hurrah before school.
Then we came home and I took a nap which lasted about four hours.
That's a long nap.
Then, I made dinner which was garden tomato soup.
We sat down.
The children ate one bite then gave me the classic "yuck" face.
Mr. Nielson took a bite and smiled out the side of his mouth.
The dinner was awful. Even I didn't dare take a bite.
It's not that I am that bad of a cook, it was just an off night,
and the vegetable choices were disgusting, and the broth was- so yuck.
But I told the children to pretend like we were really poor living in a Charles Dickens
book and the poor mom, me, had to use everything I had in the cupboards.
Then I told them that should make it taste better.
But it didn't.
Before bed, I painted the girl's fingernails.
Claire picked a ruby red color and Jane neon pink.
I'm so glad they have each other.
