We had the weekend all planned out:
Go see the
light show on Parliament Hill Friday night
Usual Saturday laundry and clean up
Supper with NiNi and YeaYea
A friend's church on Sun
Leave the kids with NiNi and YeaYea for a week of VBS...
2 1/2 hours before we needed to leave for the light show
Daddy says, "why not go to NiNi's tonight? We're going to be halfway there..."
Noisy scramble!
Supper to make and eat and clean up
Bags to find, choose, pack
Lists to write, and check, and add to, and cross off
Loud directions issued, and reissued, and relayed
Aiden helpfully emptying drawers, dragging fist-fulls of clothes
Laundry in, laundry out
A growing pile of things ready to go by the door
Everyone to change for a cool evening outdoors
Everyone and everything in the car
On the go amazingly on time!
Only a few things forgotten:
the violin to practice
midnight snacks for the every-hungry horde
Sunday afternoon, I come home alone
Messy silence!
Greeted by Saturday cleaning undone
with ample evidence Friday's whirlwind preparations added in
But the week is mine in the quiet
I'm given this time to plan the school year
But in-between thinking and writing and preparing
When I'm tired of sitting, cluttered with ideas,
Bit by bit I can tidy
And, what I clean stays clean!
I like the quiet
Getting enough sleep
Planning in blocks rather than inadequate snippets
I like knowing the kids are having a blast
And I don't have to be there
I like cleaning when it stays clean
But I am already very much looking forward to Friday
When noisy and messy will return.