This is an average day in our house. Piper up at 6:00 (sometimes she lets us sleep till 6:15!), Mark gets her dressed while I start to get ready. Mark usually gives Piper a little snack of yogurt and Cheerios. Isaac gets up at 6:50 (when his little clock turns green) and Mark gets him dressed while I finish getting ready. Goal is to be out the door around 7:12 so I can be pulling out of the driveway at 7:15. . . some days this happens, most days I am pulling out at 7:20. After we leave, Mark gets ready in peace. I drop kids off at daycare (after I have come upstairs, given Isaac at least 3 kisses, 2 hugs and Piper at least 2 kisses and a hug - Isaac 'demands' this) and then speed to work, driving by the coffee shop wishing I had more time and money to stop.
Then I am at work from 8-5 as is Mark. Mark picks up the kids and gets home around 5:30. I get home about 5:15. We get dinner ready, talk about the day, eat, play, go to park, give kids bath, put Piper to bed at 7:45, Isaac starts bedtime routine at 8:15-he is HOPEFULLY (but rarely) sleeping at 8:45 (more like 9-and yes, I know, we are working on this), maybe occasionally clean the house (and I do mean maybe occasionally) get online for 5 minutes, decide we are pooped and are in bed at 9:30. The time from 5-9:30 really does seem to go by as fast as this last paragraph-it is crazy.
Why have I just bored you with our day? Because 5 days a week, this is our day. Maybe a few variations here or there if we have to go to the store, but all in all-this is our life.
It is SO easy to complain about the mundane routine of this life. . . but then I read about a fellow blogger at A Cracked Pot or The Real Life of a Red Head and I am reminded that I have so very very much to be thankful for and no reason to complain.
I am healthy, I can play and be active with my kids and husband. I can cook for them. I can clean for them (although I don't as often as I should). My kids are healthy. The only thing keeping me awake with worry is a cough from Piper's recent cold. Not too major-just run of the mill stuff. I am not fearful of my child crashing, needing emergency surgery or dying.
Mark asks why I read some of the blogs I do. Yes, some of them are sad, some don't always have 'happy' endings, but all give me a chance to get out of myself, pray for others and I benefit too by being reminded that life is precious and I have so very much to be thankful for.