Take the time to build a hut
After a few lovely days off last week, we jumped into this week with two feet, and I returned to the old familiar feeling of having thousands of things to do and practically no time in which to do them.
And I'm talking things that *have to* get done, not extraneous things. Extraneous things like, say, cleaning the bathroom. (Since when did cleaning the bathroom become extraneous?)
I always find myself asking questions like "Is this just what life is like when you are raising three children? Are we doing too much? Should I eliminate an activity or two? Should I stop working, even the small amount that I work? I feel like we're already minimal and we say no to lots of activities all the time. Am I doing something wrong? Is it just that I have trouble multi-tasking?" etc. etc. etc.
Today we got back from the grocery store and the thermometer read 59 degrees.
I knew it would probably be the last time we would see that kind of balminess for many months.
The girls didn't even go inside-- they just ran to the backyard.
I charged N with "baby-sitting" C so that I could go inside for 10 minutes and put the groceries in the fridge.
And then I went outside with them and took a break from my panic for a few minutes.
We pretended to be Pocahontas and made Indian huts.
Do you know how to make an Indian hut?
Well...
And I'm talking things that *have to* get done, not extraneous things. Extraneous things like, say, cleaning the bathroom. (Since when did cleaning the bathroom become extraneous?)
I always find myself asking questions like "Is this just what life is like when you are raising three children? Are we doing too much? Should I eliminate an activity or two? Should I stop working, even the small amount that I work? I feel like we're already minimal and we say no to lots of activities all the time. Am I doing something wrong? Is it just that I have trouble multi-tasking?" etc. etc. etc.
Today we got back from the grocery store and the thermometer read 59 degrees.
I knew it would probably be the last time we would see that kind of balminess for many months.
The girls didn't even go inside-- they just ran to the backyard.
I charged N with "baby-sitting" C so that I could go inside for 10 minutes and put the groceries in the fridge.
And then I went outside with them and took a break from my panic for a few minutes.
We pretended to be Pocahontas and made Indian huts.
Do you know how to make an Indian hut?
Well...
You simply find a reed from the dried up hosta plant
"wetten it" (L's words) in a meltwater puddle
roll it in some snow
then scrape it through some mud
...and then paste it into the wall of your hut.
Over an hour was spent at this task.
A precious hour well spent, even when there were so many other tasks to be done.
It's so hard to let go and slow down, but when I do, it's always wonderful.
I should do it more often.
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