Day 27: Okay
Sometimes we say, “Okay.”
We number 5 at the Troy house – 5 people, 5 constituencies, 5 lobbyists. Sometimes, we operate as a team, but for the other 23h59m59s we need the reminder.
Sometimes we say, “Okay.”
Yesterday, I woke up scattered. I made my coffee, opened my Bible, and read 2 Corinthians, Chapter 1. I read it three times. I was still scattered. Okay.
I moved to prayer, doing a basic breathing technique where I match a short verse to inhales/exhales. Focus usually follows, but not yesterday. Okay.
It was time to grade, and maybe this was the problem. The glut of student projects drives out life in normal times. Matt and I had reworked this week’s schedule so I could grade a set amount of projects each day and be done by the end of the week. Yesterday, I fell two projects short of the goal. Okay.
The boys started playing laser tag, and I started making soup for a friend. What normally takes 30 minutes took 90. I diced; I refereed. I sauteed; I mediated. I set to simmer; Tommy wanted a hot dog. It was 11AM. Okay.
Rest followed lunch, and I’d planned to blog during mine, but Jess asked if he could play a game with me, and Ez wanted in, too. No way was that okay after the laser tag brouhaha. So, I played Clank with Jesse and then half a game of Clank with Ezra. Okay.
It was time to deliver soup. Usually the boys bring books or stare out the window for longer car rides. This time, they wanted to hold 3 different conversations with me. Okay.
We dropped off the soup right before dinner, and I’d forgotten snacks to stave the boys’ hunger until we could get back to Oxford.
“Aren’t we near the Nelson’s Chik-fil-A?” Jess asked.
I thought about the remainder of soup waiting for us at home.
I texted Matt. You want a fried chicken sandwich for dinner?
Okay.
Once we got back home, the boys dug into the science kits Mom had dropped off for them. Within 5 minutes, it was apparent the “independent” fun would require parental supervision. Matt and I looked at each other. Okay.
After we played with magnets and electricity, I called bedtime. Ezra reminded me we still had half a game of Clank to finish.
“Can we please finish it, Mommy?”
Okay.
I called bedtime again and looked behind me. Jesse’s slime lab had turned into a cornstarch explosion. The more he cleaned, the more it spawned. Okay.
“Can we have a sleepover?” the younger two asked.
Matt gave the okay, but then they spilled a water bottle all over the floor.
Okay – Bed!
I got in bed, too.
“Have you sent me Lu2 yet?” Matt asked.
Okay.
He opened the PDF, and I closed my eyes.
“You’re missing a “D” on Page 5,” he said.
“Text me, and I’ll take care of it in the morning.”
This morning, I woke up to an alarm. A text had come in while I was asleep. I was missing a “D.”
Okay.
