A day off!

There are some days when you can think of nothing more than the “day off” that lays just out of reach, minutes, hours and sometimes days away. The minutes before the illustrious “day off” seem to tick in slow motion while the weekend speeds like quicksand through the hourglass of time. If only we could remain children forever. This week I have been desperately dreaming of the ability to have both my mind and body regain some sort of cooperating synch… Alas, this would not happen on this “day off”. Rather, I would find the need to do a new project for this blog and for my sanity, that I would enlist the hands of a 7 year old, and my own mind wishing I could just wrench the paintbrush from her fingers and stain the wood myself. It was the conundrum of the day. Lili missed her class field trip due to a reoccurring behavior, and was sentenced to working during the school hours. We hoped this would discourage further behavior and make school seem more appealing. I was hoping to silence some of the anxiety and depression I have been feeling, as both my career and my sanity rest firmly in my hands. Their ability to grip and be something other than a tingling warmth at the ends of my wrists.

Lili got to stain the new garden box I am going to construct when my hands are better or have my son cut and bolt it together.

I am learning to ask for help…

staining

While Lili stained the wood, I had the opportunity to look at the the garden and how much it has grown. A few weeks ago I planted all these squash and plants…

before and after

A few weeks later it looked like this….

key garden 69

And this rose bush I bought on clearance and nurtured back to life decided to shine on my day…

rose

From the outside we went inside to “Do all the things Mommy does for us while we are at school”…

Lili Put all her clothes in the wash, hung them out to dry, and put them in the dryer. (I watched) she then folded them…

Sometimes I told her it wasn’t a good idea but let her figure it out for herself….

Clothes

Lili was laughing because she wasn’t hurt.

After stripping her bed and washing her sheets she had to make her bed…

bed

She asked for help. I replied, “Not my problem, figure it out for yourself”. She tried to cry and I just laughed, I said, “I’m just here to tell you what to do and take pictures”…

She kept asking me, “Is school almost over?”

So then we vacuumed and mopped….

I am sorry that some of the pictures are blurry I was to busy laughing…

 

 

 

 

 

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