Okay, so I have figured out we are going through one roll of toilet paper a day this summer. Also, since the girls are home most days, all day long, we are constantly running to the grocery store. Thank goodness school starts next week.
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"My tummy would feel better if I had chocolate every day," Tess Bryan, six-years-old.
As long as you are doing it together , as a family, it turns out to be an okay thing.
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It’s Monday and we are getting ready to go to the beach for a few days. I have lots of packing to do. why am I here at my computer then? Hmmmm. Don’t know. I guess I could be putting of the packing. As I was telling my friend this morning, we are only going for a few days, yet I have have to pack so much STUFF. When you travel with kids, you need to think of all the possiblities, don’t you? Ya need the snacks-plenty of them–if you are going to have any peace. Then there’s all the clean up stuff—paper towels, Wet Ones, and so on. Beach stuff, toys, books. And, just to complicate things, we are taking our dog.
We were blessed with a lovely snowfall during the night. It’s magic when the girls wake-up to snow. I love snow days. Should I admit that? Sometimes, I get so sick of the treadmill of life—the rushing to get the girls off to school, the countless errands, homework, and after-school activities. It’s just a nice breather to be able to relax with them in the middle of the week. My oldest daughter, Emma, and I shared an omelet this morning and chatted about how nice it would be to have time to prepare one each morning. It’s always been a goal of mine to make them a from-scratch healthy breakfast every morning. But, like so many of my previously held notions about parenting, the reality is different. I have fallen short. I am lucky to get cereal or frozen waffles into them before they go to school each day.
When they came in from their morning play in the snow, and flung their wet clothing everywhere in my cramped dining room, I was reminded of something I wrote a few years ago. I hesitate to call it a poem. But perhaps with a little work, it could be…It certainly captures one day in our lives.
The Blessings of Winter
Purple snow suits
flung across chairs
to dry; little fingers
and toes, cold and wet,
the snow waddles of a two-year-old
the snow balls of a four-year-old.
A warm place to come to—
that is all I offer and
yet it is enough.
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I know people read my column—I get emails and letters frequently. I have also been the subject of many letters to the editor—and once even had my life threatened because of a column I wrote. I wonder if I will hear from local farmers about this piece. It’s about organic food. I am surrounded by farmers—many of whom use lots and lots of chemical and pesticides. This column is about organic food—from a mother’s perspective.