The boys and I had a long weekend to ourselves, as Sebastian settled into his new job -- and we started it off with some very lucky finds at a 30-family yard sale. I found not one, but TWO ruskovilla wool suits, in each of the boys' exact sizes. I could hardly believe it when I pulled the first one from a heap of children's clothing, and then to find another one... Of course, my hand would find its way directly to the wool item in the pile. The boys were, understandably, more excited about the child-sized snow shovels.
Pan spent a good deal of time making new picture covers for his wooden puzzle boxes. He's been coming up with all sorts of "good ideas" lately -- also funny ones. Like the other night, as we were settling him into bed and talking about our day, he broke out laughing, saying that he'd just thought of something really funny, that he'd thought about a train track being built out of his bedside candle. That boy.
I find that I am re-learning how much work it is to take care of a true household again. I hardly sit all day long, and yet, at the end of the day, there isn't much to be seen of all the work I've done. I had to make a list of it in my head, so I could remember that I'd swept and mopped the kitchen, sorted through our winter things and put away some summer things, did several loads of laundry, cleaned out the car, dehydrated several pounds of pears, the sinksful of dishes... all those little things that, when night comes, seem to be sucked up into the day and forgotten about. I felt the need to tell Sebastian all the things I'd done, because they weren't obvious, but they took so much effort and time. Maybe it will all just become like breathing and the need for recognition will fade. I can't quite remember how it was before.
PS: Pan is in need of rain pants. We had a pair from lands end before, and they were totally fine -- but I'm wondering if you have any other recommendations?