I swim this morning at the gym with my class of smiling
friends.
I talk to my dad on the way home. We laugh about our dogs and about Ruby being
trained to learn “chicken.”
Bryan is buying two businesses. It’s an exciting time. He and the girls clean the house before I get
home so I will have time to sit down and do some reflective
listening/brainstorming with him.
I organize some clothes.
I have a full sack of clothes to donate.
I inwardly sigh at saying goodbye to the little patterns and pockets I
used to see all last year. Why must my
daughters grow so fast? On a positive note, I’m also relieved to see
less mess and less clutter in this house.
We eat quiche I made yesterday from our chicken eggs. We read at the counter, a little one on
either side of me.
“Thank you, Mama,” Jenna says when I finally get around to
sewing the hair on the pocket pixie she made a few months ago. I sewed on the front porch, in the swing, the
breeze blowing and the bee book I’m trying to read open beside me.
“Mama, my tummy hurts, and I burped and it still hurts,” my
little six-year-old sniffles. “It’s
snot, Baby. It hurts your tummy.”
A friend calls and asks me to ride with her to the baby
shower we are going to tonight.
All three dogs bark when someone shows up to fix our air
conditioner. Tucker barks the most, of
course. Silly old puppy.
“Mama, pretend we are your babies and you have to take care
of us.”
It’s time to put on some makeup and then cook some taco
meat.
