Morning begins early at the Milton house. When Greg is in town, he is out the door before dawn, with a kiss goodbye while I lay in bed waiting for the Early Riser. Just how reliable is Zack's internal clock? My alarm clock broke a couple of weeks ago and I've yet to sleep in.
He wakes up bright and cheery and ready to do something. He's been on a pancakes/waffles kick lately, but today I let him use a knife to cut his own grapefruit in half. I'm happy to report we typically don't head to the ER before school.
I usually spend the next hour or two wrestling my sleepy girl out of bed, urging her to eat and imploring her to spare her energetic brother's life while I make him wait until 8:15 before I set him free, to ride his bike or skateboard. My apologies to the greater Vancouver area; he's raring to go.
After we're all fed and the kids are out the door, I'm off to Jazzercise or for a walk or hike.
Followed by a shower.
The rest of the day usually includes chatting on the phone with these two:
My Mom and my little sister, Lori
I usually watch a little TV, a little news or something while I fold clothes, or sort through stacks of junk mail and school papers or pay bills.
I write and read blogs and try to catch my husband on the phone.
I grocery shop. I go to the library to pick up holds. I help out at school. I read between errands, always keeping a book or three handy.
I clean my house, especially since we put it on the market. I can't seem to get to it (because I find housework unbearable)(not that you love it)(I'm so ashamed of my aversion) unless there's raucous music or NPR playing or more likely: A book on CD. I'm listening to The Dark Tower today.
The kids come home from school around 3:30 and vie for my attention, talking over each other to report about their days, while inhaling my cupboards bare.
At some point, Zack will talk about numbers or math in a dreamy tone...
And Lexi will inevitably cover some of her favorite subjects, not to be outdone.
And I will enter into my favorite part of the day: I make myself a strong cup of tea and while the kids play and do homework and flutter in and out of the kitchen, I start to make dinner.
I love the days when Greg is in town, and we eat together in the dining room, playing our warped version of: Would you rather? (Let's just say I'd rather not die by flame or flood, but if pushed to answer, I would rather drown.)
When evening comes, and the last kid has been piggybacked away - FYI, this mama will not be able to hoist them much longer - Greg and I kick back and watch a movie, or Mad Men or Heroes, this time of year.
And before this overhead light goes out, I always squeeze in some reading before I say good-night to another day.