Three days of documenting my week are done! Even if I stopped here (which I’m not), I love what I have. I love the photos I’ve taken and I love the words I’ve journaled. Documenting life in this way is very different than any other memory keeping I normally do.
I found some things I’ve noted during the day deserve their own in-depth story to be told on a layout. That’s another fun aspect of this project. It helps to find stories we might not otherwise think to tell.
Wednesday was a day with fewer photos…only 67 total. Here’s a look at my Wednesday photos and words:
6am is getting harder each morning. It’s the third day I’ve been getting up at this time after sleeping late all summer. Only one snooze this morning, but it’s still hard.
Morning carpool is going smoothly again today. I’m surprised because it’s only the second day of school and it usually takes a week or so for everyone to get into a groove. I’m not complaining. I’m also wondering, as I watch them walking away, how they got to be so big.
When I’m home this is a favorite spot to sit, especially if I have work to do on the computer. This is where I start my day every. single. day. I have my coffee here and check on my favorite blogs and look at email. I’ve spent many hours in this spot.
I really wanted to give Ali Edwards shower photo idea a try. After a few tries I had a photo I was ok with. The story here is I don’t love taking baths. Showers are my thing. I like a hot, steamy shower, and I almost always start my shower by standing just like this, letting the water fall over my head and body. It feels so good.
Then this happened. Shower was done and I realized I had forgotten to get a towel. I hate when that happens.
The afternoon was spent with my mom and the doctor’s office. All is well, just routine tests. I’m grateful that I’m able to help out by taking her, but it feels strange all the same. This is the first time I’ve been the one to do this. While I wait in the waiting room, I think a lot about how often my mother took my grandmother to the doctor. Now it’s my turn to take care of her.
I stop for gas today. I HAVE to stop for gas. My usual method it to fill up my tank and let it go until I’m nearly empty. This is not the way my father taught me to do it, and I’d be upset if my children ever let their tank get that low, but that’s how I roll.
I rarely stop at McDonalds, but this week is getting to me. And since it’s right by the gas station I stop in for a vanilla cone and a strawberry lemonade.
Ross makes dinner again. I could get used to this! He’s so helpful at home. I really appreciated him doing this since I was gone all afternoon and didn’t have a plan for dinner. Actually most things are a team effort with him. He always picks up the slack and never complains. I’m so lucky to have him.
I’m trying to drink less soda these days. As a substitute I like to drink something bubbly. Club soda or Perrier with lime are my favorite choices. Of course, there is champagne, but having that every night doesn’t seem like a good choice either. 🙂
There are two stories here. One is that some nights the kids end up in our room to hang out. I love this. I love being piled on the bed with kids and pets. There’s nothing better after a long day than snuggling with my kids. It warms my heart and is the best way to end my day.
The second story is that she got back last Saturday from eight weeks of sleep away camp. I love that she and her sister love camp the way they do. The bracelets on her arm mean something to her. Each one has it’s own story. It takes a while to re-enter home life after camp. She’ll take these off when she’s ready.