This week was . . . tiring. And overwhelming. In so many ways. But yesterday, things came together.
I went for an early run. Got Oliver ready for school and a friend picked him up and drove him there. Took Simon and Elsa to run errands. Had “class” with Simon as we walked through the neighborhood. Checked out some books so we could research the things he’s been wondering about. Made lunch. More school: experiments, reading, discussions, object lessons. Read stories when Oliver got home. Locked myself in my room to feed Elsa and told the boys not make any messes or bother me because I needed a break. Fed Elsa, then wrote for half an hour before the boys needed me again.
I made a tasty, healthy dinner (barley risotto with beans and kale) that everybody ate and enjoyed, and baked some pumpkin scones for breakfast. After the boys were in bed, Micah and talked and played a game and gave ourselves some time away from our unpaid work.
The whole day felt like a gift. Like a glimpse into how life may, eventually, be. I will be able to figure out homeschool. I will be able to get up early to run on a regular basis. I will be able to take time for myself, even if it means putting a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door for an hour. Micah and I will be able to step away for a little while when we need to. I will be able to teach my kids and do the errands and make delicious dinners and bake and read and write. It’s happened once. It can happen again. It’ll get better, it’ll be easer.
I’m very grateful for that glimpse into where my life is going.