Yesterday afternoon I made an emergency trip to the store for basic sustenance to keep my family fed. Mary came along, though conversation settled into this before I even made it up out of the valley.
This was The Big Wedding Weekend at my grandparents' farm. The girls were flower girls. I was a bridesmaid. Dan was chief baby-wrangler and meal-blesser.
My house looks exactly like one would expect it to look after a weekend where I was home only to shower, sleep and pack up another series of clothes. Dishes piled up in the sink. The clean dishwasher, never unloaded, just slowly picked from. Totebags of clothing-changes, empty hangers waiting on the stairs. Laundry. Oh, the laundry. Bathing suits. Half-eaten muffins. And a kitchen table which, for the past three days, has never been completely cleared of a collection of cereal boxes. In fact, at eleven o'clock last night, I heard Emma down in the kitchen fixing herself a bowl after realizing she had pretty much played through dinner and forgotten to eat.
I'm sifting through mess and sifting through pictures and feeling like this weekend, without a doubt, is probably the highlight of my summer.
I'll trade the mess for all the good living that happened in the past few days.
Back with more tomorrow…..
Yesterday afternoon I made an emergency trip to the store for basic sustenance to keep my family fed. Mary came along, though conversation settled into this before I even made it up out of the valley.
This was The Big Wedding Weekend at my grandparents' farm. The girls were flower girls. I was a bridesmaid. Dan was chief baby-wrangler and meal-blesser.
My house looks exactly like one would expect it to look after a weekend where I was home only to shower, sleep and pack up another series of clothes. Dishes piled up in the sink. The clean dishwasher, never unloaded, just slowly picked from. Totebags of clothing-changes, empty hangers waiting on the stairs. Laundry. Oh, the laundry. Bathing suits. Half-eaten muffins. And a kitchen table which, for the past three days, has never been completely cleared of a collection of cereal boxes. In fact, at eleven o'clock last night, I heard Emma down in the kitchen fixing herself a bowl after realizing she had pretty much played through dinner and forgotten to eat.
I'm sifting through mess and sifting through pictures and feeling like this weekend, without a doubt, is probably the highlight of my summer.
I'll trade the mess for all the good living that happened in the past few days.
Back with more tomorrow…..
That was us last weekend. Fun, exhausting & I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I hope that you all are able to catch up on some rest & am happy to hear you had such a lovely weekend!
I take comfort in the knowledge that I am not the only one spending Monday cleaning up the aftermath of a(nother) busy weekend! To the laundry pile!
Sounds like a wonderful weekend. Those are the best kind of weekends 🙂
SOOOO nice to know that weekends CAN be for letting the house pile up and Mondays being those clean up days!
Oh, glad it was so fun!
Those really are the best kind of weekends. Cleaning up the aftermath I’m not terribly fond of but once it is all settled again it feels good.
Oh, that looks like such a lovely spot to be in, too! As for the dishes, they can wait. There will always be dishes (it seems unending in our house) but not always a fun wedding to celebrate.
so glad it went well and you had a good weekend!! 🙂
good, good for you!
that was awesome weekends. cleaning the dishes never ends its like a cycle that goes back.
What fun!So glad I’m not the only one who picks from the clean dishwasher… ;o)