Well, I guess calling it a new room is kind of overkill. But! Our friends gave Dorothy their daughter's super cute bedroom decor because their daughter switched room themes. And the really exciting part is that Dorothy likes it so much she makes her own bed every darn day. CAN YOU EVEN?
The boys became their very dorkiest selves and signed up to play Quidditch at the library AND LOVED IT. The librarian told them they can play Quidditch in college (at the rec level, I assume) and they are STOKED.
Meanwhile Dorothy and I went to story time, but we left in the middle because she was too distracted by the book she was reading, which I love so much. A chapter book reader! They are all chapter book readers! This feels big.
Usually, I am a quantity time mom, meaning that I spend all damn week with my kids, and my weekends are mine for cleaning and shopping and not driving all over the sate for sportsball because that's what my quality time husband does. But! Since I worked full time the other week, I , too, was a quality time parent. And I kind of liked it.
Having big kids means that errands are a TON easier than they used to be.
We even squeezed in a trip to the library.
And the ice cream store! Where I broke my fast with a French toast cone.
I am a YUGE fan of her fuzzy slippers.
We also had plenty of time to do nothing by the pool.
IN A 2-PIECE! Despite my best judgment
Don't get me wrong, I love my days at home, But! The weekend as a real working mom was, dare I say, funner than I thought it would be.
I am on campus full-time with NO flexibility and ZERO access to my devices all week.
This has been... weird.
I really like what I am doing (so strange to not be the one to set the schedule, but I get it).
A house with 4 kids and 2 full-time parents working actual business hours? SUCKS.
I am both so thankful that my real life is flexible and also so angry that so many people navigate this family-unfriendly reality everyday.
If this were our real life, we would have more routine childcare, which would help for sure. We would also be used to it, of course. And at the ages our kids are now, everything from Sept-May would be easier because they would be in school all day anyway. But! I would not be able to volunteer in the classroom every week, or pop over with things they forgot, or keep the house tidy and the food homemade. Ben and I would never see each other, except maybe a nod over laundry or on the way out the door to some practice or another. Field trips would be a luxury, etc etc etc. Why have we as a culture decided this is an OK way to live?
My life has gotten much harder and busier since Ben started working in a less flexible job, but without my own flexibility? I don't know how we would keep our heads above water on a regular basis.
Here's a metaphor or the week, courtesy of the babysitter who wanted a clementine from the fruit bowl on my kitchen counter and now will probably never eat them again:
Listen, you guys. If you are within a few miles of this place (WHAT ABOUT 50? IS 50 A FEW?) you need to go to here. Not only is it like the only place outside of Disney World where you can get a Pineapple Dole Whip, but alsd, they have this thing called a cookie dough arctic swirl that's a huge styrofoam cup full of cookie dough slathered in sift serve ice cream. I MEAN.
Mineral Springs Park, also a must-visit place on our list.
Cooper loved Toy Story 4 so much that he is making Forky art.
I recognize by bias here, but trust me when I tell you that my mom's porch is an excellent place to indulge in happy hour.
A little yard football.
Dorothy wears one skate and uses baseball bats as balance aids, and I am here for that.