Wednesdays are my favourite day of the week to have off work. It just feels so luxurious, to have your own time right in the middle of the week, while the drum beats on.
This Wednesday I took Sam out shopping with me. We went to a big natural health store for a couple of homeopathic remedies, which more or less represents our first toe-dip into homeopathy. I’m excited to see how it works for us. We also bought some natural moisturizing cream for babies, to help the kids’ skin through the long, dry Toronto winter. Sam pretended to be hungry (we had just eaten) so I’d buy him one of those nutrition bars, but I didn’t fall for it.
I needed some floss, so we headed to the drugstore. It took us forever to get back because Sam cleaned off every park bench and city tree pot of the soft white snow that had just fallen. I realized this was the first time Sam had had (at least with me) to play in the snow and felt remiss. He jumped on clumps of dirty slush and splashed through grey puddles with impunity.
We returned home to enjoy the treat of a visit from our friend Ling, who joined us for lunch (she doesn’t work on Wednesdays too – yay!). I made some soda bread, Ben made pizzas, Sam and I made chocolate chip cookies. Yum. Plus the kitchen was aromatic and warm.
Ling is also an ace hairstylist and spruced all of us up for the new year. (Except for Natty – I will not cut his hair for as long as possible.)
Ling is currently living with an older couple until she can move into her condo. After a couple of hours with us, she ‘fessed up: “I must say, your house is full of life”. By which I think she means we are loud.
After she left, I took Sam and Natty for a walk to deliver some of the cookies to a nearby friend as a belated Christmas gift. Sam had more opportunity to mess with the snow and Nat complained most of the time because his hands were cold (he refuses to wear mittens and wouldn’t even let me warm his hands in my hands).
For reasons mysterious, Natty wouldn’t fall asleep until 10:15 pm. I was pretty calm about this while he was awake, but did miss the night to myself (Ben was out).
And after the kids were in bed, I discovered a treasured necklace from a friend who passed away stuck under the dryer. It had been in the pocket of a jacket that our cat had peed on and that had been washed without checking the pockets. I argued unnecessarily with Ben over it. So a slow Wednesday can’t save you from yourself.
But it was still such a good day.
