I am sleeping beside my baby (as I always am in the mornings).
At 8:15am, my 3-year-old calls "Daddy?" from the next room over. I groggily pick up my 1-year-old and we both walk over to her room. We all lay down - the 3 of us in her full bed. The girls try to fight to be rightbymyside. I am in the middle of the bed, but they both want to be on my left side (I have no idea why)!
Eventually, we get up and head to the kitchen for breakfast - plain yogurt with granola and sugar sprinkled on top.
Before we sit down, my 3yo rearranges the chairs so they are squeezed in supertight side-by-side. There we sit huddled in the corner of our expansive table, shoulders touching. My 3yo grins. This is exactly how she likes it.
I do laundry. Load-after-load. Peeling the sheets from all of our beds. In between, my 3yo does school time books and I hold up flashcards, while trying to distract my 1yo who wants to SIT on the workbook her sister is working on. Either that, or she tries to dive into the toy box.
Then, we make peanut butter balls - my 3yo likes to roll them in powdered sugar. She makes "baby-sized" ones for her little sister.
Eventually, I rock-sway-sing, sing-sway-rock...and my 1yo nods off.
My 3yo is waiting at the door, CD-ROMs in-hand. They are Kindergarten CDs. We attempt some games and watch a few alphabet movies, but she's a little bored by how easy the exercises are. Ho-hum.
Tim gets home. I shower. He says, "Did you publish a post yet?" [Yes, he does monitor my blog]. I say, "No, I'm feeling uninspired (or maybe just tired)." He asks - with a half-smile, "You have writer's block for the first time in your entire life?" I say, "No, I have a million ideas. I'm just uninspired. It's different."
And then I come in here and write this post (and now I am considering making Oatmeal Butterscotch Cookies).
What did you do today?