I mentioned to David the other day that I was in the market for some new brown boots. While he was perusing the ads from Sunday's paper, he ran across some for $20 at K-Mart. Nothing but the best for his gal. So he passed along this information to me.
Tonight after he got home from work he casually asked, "So, did you go check out those boots at K-Mart today?".
Innocent question. I don't fault him for that. But my defensive side did rear its' ugly head for a minute there. As I thought to myself, "What exactly does he think I do all day when I'm not at work?". I certainly didn't have time for a leisurely stroll through the boot aisle at K-Mart.
How exactly did I spend my day today?
Up at 6:40am, showered, got the kids up, fed, showered, ready for school.
Dropped off the girls.
Swung back home, made Tate's lunch, packed his bag, and dropped him at preschool.
Ran to Wal-Mart, bought a pack of gum, then barely made it to my eye doctor appt by 9:20am. (Needed the gum because I am always self conscious of my breath when the eye doctor is 2 centimeters from my face).
Rushed home from my appt and cleaned like a madwoman for the next hour. Ran up to the school to pick up Druebie and made it there about 3 minutes before her class was dismissed.
Came home, ate lunch, did a load of dishes, helped Drue with her homework while I folded clothes. Unclogged a bathroom sink, scrubbed all the toilets. Made my grocery list for supper and dashed off to Wal-Mart with Drue in tow. Got all the items on my list and made it to Tate's school to pick him up about 4 minutes ahead of time.
Came home and started boiling chicken and squash. Put together 2 casseroles for supper. A friend of mine called to say they had a sewer leak in their basement and asked if I could please pick up her daughter from school when I grabbed Reese. Folded more laundry. Headed up to Reese's school about 10 minutes early so Drue & Tate could play on the playground for a bit. Stayed about 20 minutes after school let out so the kids could keep playing.
Dropped off Reese's friend, came home, helped Reese with her Sparks verses she's trying to memorize for next Sunday. Popped casseroles in the oven, made blueberry muffins, folded and put away the rest of the laundry. Checked Reese's math homework.
Served dinner, cleaned up dishes after dinner. Sat on the couch to listen to Drue read her new library book. Googled a cute snack idea for Native American Day at Tate's preschool. Made another grocery list. Ran to the store to grab all the necessary items to make cupcake tepees in a sugar cone.
Returned home and made the tepee treats. An hour and a half later I finished treats and cleaned up the kitchen.
Sat down to do this blog post.
And that's how I spent my day "off".
I'm not looking for praise or "Wow! You're a supermom!" type statements. It was just a normal day spent doing normal mom things. But I do kind of find my head spinning when I finally plop down on the couch at the end of a day like this.
I love these 3 little people I get to take care of and the 1 big* person I have as my life partner (he hates when I call him that) to travel through this crazy, but fulfilling life with.
I guess my boots will just have to wait.
*The term big here simply refers to height (6ft) and not weight. Just wanted to clarify.