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And 45 minutes later there were two again. . .
then three and four. . .
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and 30 minutes after that there were 5 again. . .
But for a few minutes, there was just one and what a delightful few minutes those were.
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With five daily trips to the bus stop I have now worn a path in the sidewalk. I think I am going to like this. Don't get me wrong - I love the summer, I love my kids at home, I really am a step away from homeschooling. Well, maybe several steps. But I have earned my stripes by having, at one point, 4 kids at home without anyone in school yet. So this is a whole new experience for me and I have found a whole new world of normalcy.
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I now have 45 minutes. 45 glorious minutes with just a baby at my feet to clean the kitchen up from breakfast, put the lunch fixings away, get dinner in the crock pot, rotate some laundry through, exercise, shower, make my bed, return some phone calls, snuggle the baby down for a nap and then dash back out to the bus stop. Give me 45 minutes and I will amaze you with what I can accomplish.
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I am finding my inner-zen and at the current moment, the household is running like a well-oiled machine. I'm sure that in a month or two, some kinks will be thrown in and the gears will be grinding again. But I am enjoying today.
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So much more to blog about. So much to catch up on. Not today. My inner-zen does not feel like it today.
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