It is absolutely amazing to me how fast the day can go while taking care of the girls. Take yesterday for example: We got up, I got the girls breakfast, dressed them, got all four of us out the door, to Anna’s orthodontist appointment, to the church, to Trader Joe’s, and then it was home and naps. I did a couple of things while the girls were napping and then lay down myself for about half an hour. By then it was three in the afternoon. So the girls played, and watched a bit of TV. Then it was supper, a little more play, then cleanup, reading, prayers, songs and bedtime. And even then I got the girls to bed fairly late (for them.)
Today is no different. We got up. I got coffee and donuts for my staff who are putting in some overtime work today, and pulled the reporting for Thursday and yesterday. The girls got really restless (they went with me of course), so we came back home. The girls played ballerina dressup (and wanted me to play “pretty music” so they could dance, so I put in one of Bach’s flute concertos), but now I’m looking at the time and it’s already 09:30. We’ve been up and about for three hours now! There’s so much to do!
So, the girls are playing with Play-Doh and I need to do some pretty major cleaning. Better get to it.
In other news, Anna is in lockdown at the monastery (er, “mommastery” as the girls call it), so I haven’t heard from her. I’ll text her cell here in a bit.
It was kind of funny yesterday when they left. Sofie threw one heckuva screaming fit, so I grabbed her and scooped up Delaina and got them into the car. Anna’s vehicle pulled away before I realized: I hadn’t even given her a hug and kiss goodbye. So I called her cell and told her: “This is your electronic, cell phone hug and kiss.” She laughed.
She brought back some neat things for the girls last year, including an icon of Noah’s ark, a prayer book for the girls, and a couple of prayer ropes and beaded cross necklaces. The best part, though, was her descriptions of the nuns working the land around the monastery. Apparently, these sisters are some tough’un’s. I had images of black habited women cranking up the tractor and speeding over the grounds. But my only reference for such work is my late grandfather and his farm. So it was sort of a phantasmagoric vision of a one-armed Kansas farmer, complete with stubble, in a nun’s habit. Fellini might well have owned such a visual. I’m sure the sisters radiate a much more winsome beauty.
I actually have a picture of a petite 20something nun operating a two story fork lift putting trusses on the roof of the dormitory I was building. Yay, Sister Anastasia! Your “fantasy” is not far from the truth at a convent.
Excellent fantasy. It’s so true. The “mommystery” is not for the fainthearted.