Yesterday, while it was still o'dark o'clock. The heat was on upstairs, toasty warm. Downstairs it was kicking on too, which meant it was pretty cold.
I went upstairs to wake Erin. I listened to her breathe. I stared out the dark window and thought about schedules and days and months. Thought about how I wanted to sleep in with my kiddo and wake when the sun came up.
Today, I got up to make Shane's lunch, and then went back to bed. Rolled out when the sun was up. (Normally I stay up with him, but sometimes this Mon-Fri up at 3, well, while productive, means I'm beat by 8 p.m.--sometimes even by 7 AM!) It was a treat to sleep in.
We started our work, Erin and I. Because in third grade, we do all subjects together. On this Tuesday, science took a grueling two hours. The coffee was cold before I even finished what was in the mug.
Those thoughts about schedules and days.
I called Erin over to my lap. She smiled and nestled in for the hug.
I caught myself wanting to mutter about Tuesday and, like she just knows, Erin said, "Tuesdays should be Terrible Tuesday."
On a break for lunch prep and, you know, BREAK.
Completed: science, grammar and math. Still to do: literature, writing, history, geography.
And pumpkin cake to bake for Lanie's snack contribution for CBS.
If I had this day without demands--we would be pancake eating, woods walking, picture taking, book reading, home-working, cake baking, enjoying the minutes (and coffee hot) of the day.
I love these girls. Underscore: there's no place like home. Glad to be home.
Glad to be home.