Marc brings all the kids home from school at quarter of three. On Mondays, Wednesdays and every other Thursday, Jess has either Hebrew School or Brownies, but today is Friday, so they’re all home. Plus Jordyn is here because my friend Sara had to work until three. Jessie came in, hysterical, because she had left her book at school and was going to have no book to read all weekend. Because I could easily relate to that, I drove her back to pick it up.
I got home, and Julianna was still sleeping. Sam and Jordyn had opened their bags of Halloween candy and had spread out a blanket in front of the television, where they were watching “A Charlie Brown Halloween.” Jessie made popcorn, I made coffee and we all talked and hung out for about an hour. Sara came and picked up Jordyn, we talked about the weather reporting up to fifteen inches of snow (!!!) on Saturday night. Julianna woke up and I began to think about making dinner.
I made homemade chicken nuggets, rice and broccoli. I don’t much like cooking and kind of bailed in the middle and Marc finished up. Julianna nursed three times during the afternoon, off and on. The kids and I ate dinner, Marc went downstairs to work out, Jessie disappeared into my bedroom where she could watch the Disney Channel unmolested by little brothers and sisters. Sam has stacked blocks, doll highchairs and pillows onto the couch, for reason that make sense only to him. He’s now busily engaged with throwing plastic packages of diapers (we bought a new box of diapers yesterday and he opened the box and is using the two wrapped packages of diapers for toys) and then hurling himself onto them. When questioned, he explained that he was practicing “Capture the Ghost,” a game that he either made up or learned in gym today. Julianna has taken all of the cups out of the cabinet and spent fifteen minutes rearranging them to her specification. It would appear as though she just tossed them, wily nily all over the kitchen, but she put a lot of time and effort into it.
My house, which was actually really clean around two thirty (because Julianna took a good nap and Marc was at the school helping with the Halloween party, so I had a lot of time alone), now looks like a bomb hit it. Actually several small bombs, because there are small pockets of cleanliness. The kitchen is mostly clean, except for the aforementioned cups and bowls all over the floor and under the table. And the dining room looks great. The living room… well, lets just not mention the living room, okay??