I've been asked a lot how things are in the house since the boys are in school. The truth is, it's still very fast paced. I would have liked to believe that the house would be quiet and still (and it is, to an extent), but I'm still as busy as ever. It seems we have hardly been home long enough to enjoy the peace.
The reality is that I'm still a mom of six. I still have laundry to wash and fold for eight. I still have the dishes (although less dishes for lunch these days). I still have to cook for eight and shop for eight. I guess I'm boy-wrangling less which is freeing up some time for me, but is quickly filled with school forms, homework, soccer, soccer, soccer ... And did I mention soccer?
During a rare down moment, Spenser pulled out her dress-up clothes. She put on every smock she owns and every purse she owns. I love to see her in the things I've made for her. (She's becoming camera-shy, so I need to sneak from behind and hope she doesn't hear the camera turning on.)
[Yesterday I stopped to chat to an older, widowed neighbor of mine. She is one of many who have asked about my days without boys. I told her that I "woo-hoo"ed at the bus pulled away. She informed me that, not only had she heard and watched me (with my arm flying through the air like "charge!"), but she told her daughter as well. Oops!]