We start our day by eating cereal and almond milk smoothies and mama makes a green smoothie that tastes waaaay better than it looks (though she can’t convince her husband of this.) Lunches are packed because this is the morning that both kids have school, and can you feel the happiness of having three solid hours alone to yourself?
After we have all dressed and played with pirate ships and put a little girls’ hair up in a sock bun (mom, pleeeease can I wear your sock bun??) we rearrange the kitchen eating area. We are big on rearranging stuff in this house and when the urge strikes, we do it! The little ones scurry through and find old toys hidden behind furniture and step in the crumbs that have been swept up.
Two kids (wearing backpacks that are bigger than they are) are dropped of at two separate schools. Both schools start at the same time, so twice a week the race is on! One is always 10 minutes late on those days and it gives mama heart palpitations and sweaty palms and there is running in school hallways and lots of “hurry up Molly, we’re late!”.
By 9:15 she slips into her car in the parking lot and is alone. Alone! She drives to Panera and orders a coffee. It is blissfully quiet and warm and oh so delicious feeling in there. A place that just feels like productivity and makes her feel abundantly lucky to be there. Paper cups with bright pink lipstick marks and a booth to herself for as long as she wants it. She writes and dreams and catches up on all she has missed. She orders french onion soup and it comes with a delectable piece of bread that is perfect for dipping.
After school and quiet time (one always naps, one always sings to herself in her room,) we go to the park. March in Florida is a pure slice of heaven. Warm, but not to warm. Bright blue skies and clear air and the day feels like one of the best summer days from childhood. Pure perfection. We play on the swinging pendulum things (deathtrap?) and race over the hills and practice swinging on our knees and standing up.
The park is a place where children practice death defying tricks sprinkled with plenty of “Mom, watch me!” Molly wanders over to the edge near the woods and comes running back screaming that there are wolves in the forest. She runs so fast she leaves her leopard flats in the grass and we all walk back to get them so she won’t get scared.
After the park is pizza! Homemade, chicken and broccoli pizza with bubbling cheese on top and two little people that sit and watch the cheese melt and give mama a blow by blow account of what’s going on, “it’s really cooking, mom!” We sit at the table and talk about our day and give multiple reminders to “sit on your bum”, “eat over your plate” and “use your manner’s, please.” Two kids sing the blessing and at the end it sounds like “Awe-na-men.” Precious.
After dinner we do baths and put on crisp pajama’s and brush teeth (“can I put the toothpaste on myself?”) and one splinter is taken out with tweezers and two bandaids are put on to make it better. We watch a show and mama catches up on reading while Jake and the Neverland Pirates repeats the same episode…again.
Then it is story time! Lots of tractor books and Fancy Nancy (“my favorite color is lavender, mom”) and trips to the bathroom. Two kids are tucked in bed and finally (finally!) it is time to sit and rest…..and watch multiple dvr’d episode’s of “Gold Rush” (him)/ catch up on all that encompasses the world if blogging (her.)