This morning I was going to make my bed. Not the most ambitious of goals, but since Edmund was born, I (the girl who couldn’t stand to leave her bed unmade) had made it a grand total of twice.
So today I was going to make the bed.
But by the time I woke up and fed baby Edmund, it was already past breakfast time for the rest of us.
After we had eaten and read a Bible story together, I was going to make my bed. But Will needed help getting his clothes on the right way and I had to oversee morning chores.
Soon chores were done and everyone (except me) was dressed and with their bed made.
I was going to make my bed then, but Edmund made it quite clear he might starve if I didn’t feed him immediately.
While I fed him, I read a couple books aloud to the kids. Then, before the kiddos got absorbed in another adventure (and mess), we needed to start school.
So Rosalind recited poetry to me while I swept the floor and switched laundry. Then we worked on Bible memory and Latin practice together.
While the kids took a little break and Edmund lay down for his morning nap, I went upstairs to make my bed… but somebody had an accident. So I went back downstairs and cleaned that sweet somebody up instead.
Now that I was back downstairs, the stack of papers on the counter reminded me of a couple bills I needed to pay. In the process of getting down the envelopes, I had an idea for reorganizing the kitchen cupboard to make it much more efficient (something I’d been wanting to do for weeks). Quickly I paid the bills and reorganized the cupboard.
Then it was time for more school. When we finished it was nearly lunch time. Edmund was napping, so I hurried to get lunch ready before he woke up.
After we’d eaten, cleaned up, and I’d tucked the little ones into bed for a nap, I finally had time to make the bed… only I was so tired after being up in the night, that I took a nap instead.
Finally, a bit after four p.m., I made my bed.
It took all of sixty seconds.
Anyone else have days like mine?