This is what I experienced this morning all before 11am. My coffee had barely traveled to my inside before the kids were traveling to the outside with gloves, galoshes and Frisbee in hand. Then as fast as they went out, they came in and all of the sudden we were making homemade weaving looms and I was wondering what possessed me to suggest such a venture. Soon after this became a bore we were gathering toys to wrap as presents for Polar Bear because apparently its her birthday today, again. Then we were back outside in lightening speed to shovel rock just delivered yesterday into the prepared path where mud used to live. While I strained unused muscles with wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow, the kids swept the entire alley, helped shovel and rake, painted with water on the garage floor, rode their big wheels, and played with the neighbor kids. Finally we decided lemonade was deserved and off we tramped inside to end the first day within our day.
What I forgot to include in the description above is the list of “suggestions” like: let’s paint, let’s play a game or do a puzzle, let’s run through the sprinkler, let’s make cookies, let’s dress up, let’s bake a cake-make a hat-bring out the tea set for Polar Bear, let’s wash all the sheets, let’s play hide and seek and tag and pretend. . .
. . .let’s just say busy never quite encompasses the intensity of this life. Its more of a steady whirrrrrrr. . .