so much domesticity

Well, my DH went to visit his family this weekend (and an epic journey it was, as you can imagine; evidently they don’t manage snow any better in GA than in this part of NC). So I was Mommy all week long. I tried my best to be nurturing — we baked cookies yesterday, and today I made waffles. Not the toaster waffles either, but waffles with the waffle iron (and I didn’t even burn any of them). I piled the children deep in blankets every night, which they managed to squirm out of. I even cleaned the kitchen floor. As part of my continuing effort to find the most efficient way of cleaning the kitchen floor, I sprayed the dirtiest spots with Charlie’s Soap and scrubbed them with the swiffer. Instead of the little wipies you buy at the store, I knit a little doo-dad to go on the swiffer. More effective, and reusable. I have to say, this is the most effective floor-cleaning method yet. Quick and simple and effective. I did mountains of laundry and rafts of dishes. The only reason I was able to manage the housework was because the Little People entertained each other. We had a fine time sledding in the driveway on Saturday, too, and spent plenty of time cuddling with the little people.
I have to say, I am a little surprised at myself. I’m not the world’s most nurturing person, and while I can do domestic for long periods of time, nurturing is harder. My DH is back, and the house is intact, and the children are alive. (Oh, and when he went in to kiss Miss Baby good night, she fluttered her eyelids at him, smiled, and put her hand to where he’d kissed her on the cheek). Now, my grading isn’t done, and neither is my course schedule for next year, but you can’t have everything all at once. I did do some work on Charles Chesnutt, during baths and naptimes. That’s got to count for something.