Hello Tuesday.
This is different isn't it. I am creating pages instead of just the photos and the words. It may not continue. But for the first two days of Week in the Life, I have not taken more than 10 photos for any single day. That's ridiculous. You'll also see how I put these pages in albums.
"I don’t know how my purse gets in this state every single week. When going through my New Years resolutions this year, I’ve been trying to make small changes which helps me stay organized and focused in my quest to spark joy. Cleaning out my purse every Monday is one of those changes. This week, my purse was cleaned on Tuesday. Truthfully, it feels like a weight off my shoulder every single week. Go Cathy Go."
"Lately I crave waking up with the sun. The quiet in the mornings helps me focus and get ready for the day. I like to reflect, start lunches, go for a walk. The hour flies and its not long before I crave the quiet the next morning.
On this early Tuesday morning, I had no Keurig cups so I went to Tim Hortons in my PJs. Back home in 6 minutes, I begins to sort through the piles of paper. Jack woke up first. This is a blue moon. He ate his lucky charms.. just the marsmellows. Sorting them by colour. He never ceases to amaze me.
Joyfully, Jane catches the bus by 8am and Jack starts to get dressed. On a typical morning, Jack is often still in bed when Jane gets on the bus. He’s going to be a sleepy head.
The work day goes quickly as Ryan works in the storage units and I move through my to do list.
It's a typical day but there was no time for any physical activity, which I crave lately. Tomorrow I will do better.
The swimming lessons took a toll and I needed a break. Ryan’s friend popped over with his bull dog, which brought a sense of joy to me. I like people. I like drop ins.
Bed by 830pm for the kids. I stayed up too late doing #witl. Go figure. But I was feeling it. A better day.
Goodnight Tuesday."
"Amongst all the choas of the dogs outside, the dishes, the wet hair from swimming, the phone - Jack looked up at me and said “let’s play a game”. Carefully selecting this memory game, Jane and I sat down and played the way he wanted (as much as it pained me). For 10 minutes, we played - we each took turns. Jane boasted of her two pairs and Jack kept picking up the same card. Does life get better than this?"
"The worse part of the day was taking my son to his first swimming lesson while at the same time my daughter was beginning a new level. You better believe I was "that mom" in the middle of the pool. On stage. Sweating. Soaking wet. Complete with frizzy hair and cramped feet. Until finally after 15 minutes he decided it was okay to get wet. Kid loves water but hates to get wet. No kinder egg in this world could help me. I remained there for the remainder of the lesson but I knew that most parents were feeling my pain. Pretty sure I won Mom of the Year.... and I want to thank... well. my son... Ahem. No photo for that. You wouldn't want to see that mess. But man. Life was real in those moments. So proud of Jane thriving in her lesson. Yet longing for Jack to co-operate."
Isn't it interesting how this project gets us to look at the good and the bad and what's real life?
Until tomorrow,
Cathy
