'Lazy' Saturday Morning

Saturday lunch time and the boys pour through the door. They have been to football practice and then swimming and usually for a quick stop at the supermarket, returning home ravenous.

As I dish up food Isaac looks at me;

Claire! You still have your pajamas on! What have you been doing today?!
Incredulous. Do I?
Oh yes, I do don't I ...Mmmm lets see, what did I do...?.

This happens far often than warrants observation, usually morning slips by busy busy and then we are all hungry and I am the last dressed. But today when they have been out and I at home with the babe it must seem more noticeable than usual. Well? Did I lie in bed until 11am and then hurry on up as I heard wheels crunch over gravel?

Begin mental reelings, wondering what I have done that might interest him....

I made breakfast (soaked oat porridge and raspberry yogurt smoothies), emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher, put a load of washing in the machine, assembled snacks and drinks, waved goodbyes.

Spent a good twenty minutes on my knees sorting out Lego's from playmobil and plastic figures of soldiers and knights and superheros from the toy-soup on the sitting room floor into their rightful basket and tub and box homes.

Swooshed outdoors with brimful of wet clothing and hung them out to dry on the line, I fed the chickens who clucked and pooped around my feet - whoever let them out early forgot to feed them - then I fed the guinea pigs (which involved my wandering around the garden looking for suitable grass and dandelion leaves).

Back indoors, changed the babe's nappy and then vacuumed the upstairs (also involving huge amounts of putting dirty dropped on the floor clothes away, and toys in baskets and books back on shelves before I could even see the floor). I made beds (or rather pulled back duvets to air them off).

I lay down then, gulping a glass of water on the way to feed Esmé and let her sleep. Which she does.

I slip out of bed and run myself a bath, while it is doing so I pull washing out of machine and throw in nappies. I knit a bit then have a bath.

Out in time (just) for The Beauty to wake up, put PJ's back on and hop back into bed for five minutes to feed her again. Change her and roll on the floor for a bit with her looking at some stuff in her little basket of toys, then pop her back in to the sling (yes, she was in it for all of the above).

I call dh and give him a shopping list :) munching crackers and humus at the same time (poor dh's ears!).

Outside for hanging out more wet laundry, then sweeping and washing slabs near the outdoor table where chickens should not go but do and then poop everywhere. This leads to picking up about 700 spilled conkers and putting them in the trailer of the tractor and sweeping up bark chippings I myself spewed everywhere when my the bag spilled the other day.

Back inside for assessing of what to put together for lunch...

Then it's the pouring in through the doors of boys of all hungry sizes.

So what did you do?
Oh this and that... well I knitted a cat!
Did you? ohhh great - can I see it!
You can.

...and so the fiction of my morning is woven :)

But I did knit the cat :)