the fullness of tuesday
I’m a girl who works best to a deadline. Provide me with long, endless days of no commitments – nothing to do except exactly as I please – and I am all a dither. On the rare instances that this happens, I mooch about, lost and lonely, waiting for the rest of my family to come home. Yep, give me hours on end of “me time” and I usually end up with not much to show for it.
But give me a cut off – must leave the house by 3.25 at the screamingly latest – and I am a flurry of activity. Such is a Tuesday. We start early – orchestra rehearsal for the cellist in the family starts at 7.30pm – and by 7.45, I have every minute until school pickup for the little girlies packed full.
Today, it was gloriously sunny and silly hot – a day of energy and promise – and oh I had plans! Of a line full of washing sparkling in the sun, a quick whip around the shops, fresh summery starts in the kitchen garden, the preparing of food for tonight’s supper (to be put on by Abby before I return home from babysitting) and some more for those suppers when none of us want to cook, podge for the feathered folk, bread that rose like a tall tale, second coffees on the front porch with my very first issue of the delicious Molly Makes (oh my! this magazine is so me, me, me!), and some super quick skirt making in a quirky dachshund fabric that makes me smile and think of my dear little Toph.
Oh I made the most of every second. There is some sweet chicken scratch that could be stitched whilst collapsed on the sofa, but you know, now, all I can think of is a nice bubbly soak in the tub and an early bed. A fit ending to a full day.