Yesterday I was rocking the wax wings. I ground wheat for bread, I was happy with something I’d written. I let Tom sleep in while I took Avery to school, I got Callie into her uniform on time. I made a video of Molly nursing in one take and didn’t even mind Lucy’s “help.” Feeling pretty good. I’d volunteered for the first time the day before (I’m about a million hours behind for Callie’s charter school on volunteer hours). I had plans to distribute updated visiting teaching routes for church (only a couple months late). Oh, and I’d dyed my hair, showered, and actually had on lipstick from the video-making.
All before noon.
Came home from taking Callie to afternoon kindergarten and realized I’d left the oven on for the rising dough, instead of turning it off after it got just a little warm. Wheat grinding, wasted. Bread making, foiled. The video wouldn’t upload. Avery brought home a paper about parent-teacher conference and wrote “I hate myslef” on it before handing it to me. I got her to laugh by asking who “myslef” is, but now I’m watching to see if she’s going to start cutting herself, or if this is just more of the “you hate me” dramatics we get when I ask her to unload the dishwasher. She was 11 minutes late to dance class because her book was more interesting than her math.
All before dinner.
I cleaned up the kitchen while Callie did her homework and Lucy colored. Tom was at church meetings. I thought, seriously and hard, about making cookies, but decided I was just too tired. I nursed Molly to sleep, read books to Callie and Lucy. Avery came and snuggled in my bed. I told her I loved her and she said, me too, I mean I love you and Dad. I let her read as I drifted off to sleep under my soft eyemask.
This morning there’s no milk for breakfast. I think this is just the beginning of a not-so-great day. Then I see the leftover spaghetti in the fridge. Callie has been asking for spaghetti for breakfast for weeks.
Maybe we can do this.
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You are amazing. It would of been a powder milk morning at my house. Spaghetti would of been dinner, if home work too to long. Thanks for always reminding me I’m not alone in this crazy world of mothering.
Shannon Reply:
January 20th, 2011 at 1:18 pm
Yeah — we had chef salad for dinner, one of my last-minute, don’t know what to make meals. The spaghetti was just a little leftover from some Tom should’ve (maybe he did and didn’t finish) taken to work for his lunch. So I’m not even sure how old it was ….
I love the comparison to Daedalus and the everyday moments. Give yourself a great day.
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Rocking the wax wings. That is awesome. Isn’t that how motherhood always goes? Drip, drip, drip.
I have some spare candles you can use if you need more wax. Mine melted long ago and I haven’t the strength or skill to rework them. My kids would eat non-breakfast foods for breakfast every morning if they could!
Sounds alot like my day. Home from work, 7 year old excitedly tells me he got an “A” on spelling. Then proceeded to tell me he bombed out on his math test. Follow by a quick chorus of “what for supper?” and a delighful read of “Head Lice Instructions” from preschool. Then we are off to “Mom I think I have strep” and sending daddy to clinic with 7 year old. Home from clinic armed with…pills. PILLS? For an 7 year old? And daddy being DADDY says, “that what he wanted”.Calgon take me away.
As long as it is leftover Thursketti I definitely approve.
I’m new to your blog and already I heart it. A mommies day never go as planned (we moms all can relate to that) and spaghetti for breakfast is cool to me. I’ve seen days were I had milk but no cereal, even after being reminded…I whipped out the leftover meatloaf and mashed. Kids were feed and they liked it.