So I wasn’t ready to write about the #OneDayHH project yesterday because, well, it was kind of a LONG day. You didn’t want Last Night Lora Lynn’s version of the day, trust me. But here is Next Day Lora Lynn’s version. Ready?
My fuzzy-headed Breakfast Club. They had oatmeal because they asked for it.
Wednesday is math day. Ellen is working on telling time.
And, as is the custom, Willa and Mira played with the Math-U-See blocks and managed to lose 1 or 3. But they were happy.
Finn got up too early from his morning nap and I began to realize it wasn’t going to be the sort of day that ran smoothly, but the other kind of day. The kind where I get held captive by a sick baby who must share his misery.
So I did what any desperate mother would. I made an early lunch. And when he was out of yogurt, I had to trick Finn into eating some veggies by pretending to dip them out of the empty yogurt cup. It only worked for so long.
It became an All Hands On Deck sort of situation, this business of keeping Finn somewhat mollified.
And when she wasn’t dressing her brother up in funny hats, Ellen was carrying around a plastic dolphin in a baggie. When it started to leak, she wrapped it in a towel and carried it like a baby. At least it was a flea-free pet.
After a second shortened nap, I resorted to wearing Finn on my back.
I decided to have pity on my poor stir-crazy kids who refuse to dress warmly enough to play outside now that it is cold. We made green play-dough.
And that kept everybody happy for, oh, I’d say fifteen minutes.
Once the mess was cleaned up, Finn held me hostage in my chair again until Andrew got off work. He sent me to my room for chocolate. He’s a good man.
While I was busy eating my feelings, Andrew reported that I’d also left the soup unattended too long and burned dinner. Later, though, we decided to just eat the top layer of soup. And it was yummy.
This is also when I realized what a blessed girl I am to get to eat three meals a day with all my kids. It’s messy and loud, but I know it’s good for relationships. Even when we get into ridiculous conversations about “if I was a snake…”
The fact that Willa was sporting her favorite pink cowgirl boots definitely improved my mood. (Also, Hello Crumbs on my floor. Did I mention we all eat here three times a day?)
A sick friend requested soup from our side of town (not my half-burned soup, but something from a favorite restaurant) and this seemed like a good excuse to strap everybody down and ride out the last hour before bedtime.
The trip took a little longer than expected, Finn denounced us all as infidels, and I was a very happy girl to curl up with him for that last bedtime bottle and then drop his sick little hiney into bed.
At last the house was quiet except for the hum of the espresso maker. Then I curled up with my laptop (Hail, Pinterest!), a decaf mocha, and my favorite man.
I ended the day with an episode of West Wing, as is my tradition. But I figured you people knew that about me already and didn’t need a picture.
Sadly, today was more of the same here at the infirmary. We’re dropping like flies around here. Poor Andrew is Manning the house on his own, we’re out of toilet paper and diapers, and all of our weekend plans, including Adam’s birthday football game, are probably down the tubes (eustachian and otherwise.)
Just another day here, y’all…
If you played along, on twitter, instagram, facebook, or your own blog, don’t forget to link up over at Laura’s place before Sunday. She gives good prizes…