Oversharing alert. For the next week, I’m writing about what life is *really* like at Casa Whitaker. It’s likely to include Dr Pepper, sibling rivalry, lots of diapers and some serious van time. If you’re a blogger, I’d love for you to join me (linkup at the bottom) and if you’re an Instagrammer, we’re all over there using #weekinmylife15 You can catch up on the week here: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
This morning, we had a “this must go” breakfast (aka leftovers) as we all had to be up and out the door in a flash. While Gianna usually sleeps in until 8:30, I got her up an hour early for a very good reason. But first, the short bus.
After dropoff, Will, Gianna and I headed over to the high school because it was field trip day! A couple of weeks ago, Sister called and asked if I would serve as one of the chaperones. The destination? Their chapel/convent in south Austin. I had heard stories of its magnificence, but boy, nothing prepared me for this.
The kids enjoyed adoration (when the priest/deacon exposes the Eucharist for quiet prayer), confession and a Q&A with a priest and sister. Gianna was an absolute angel – thank you, Jesus. But what struck me the most was the prayer Deacon Ray shared at the beginning of adoration. It was more of a conversation, really, and it had all the feels. I know some people pray formally, but I prefer the conversation. I can tell you with great confidence it was a truly beautiful morning. We beat the buses back to school and saw 85 freshmen devour 25 pizzas in five minutes flat.
Gianna went down for a nap and I hit the client work, but not before I made a batch of sweet tea. I think my Texas is showing. School pickup time came and we zoomed home for the middle three to make a quick change of clothes, while Will held down the fort with Gianna and Luke. We are preparing for the district 4-H Food Challenge competition and today their teams practiced at a friend’s house. I dropped them off and came home to manage snacktime and get dinner going. On my doorstep I spied this.
I have ZERO idea what I’m doing, but with the allergies, knee pain, belly issues and stress around here, I figured we’d give it a shot. If you’re an essential oil aficionado, teach me thy ways.
Thankfully, Scott came home early today so I could head to physical therapy, otherwise known as the torture chamber. It’s been a really, really rough go rehabilitating my knee after I broke my patella in July. Back then, I really thought I’d be back to 100% by now. The range of motion is almost back (only 10 degrees to go), but the quad muscle is completely non-existent. Today, my therapist hooked me up to a machine that stimulates my muscle. Holy Mother of *****. Um, it hurt. I think it might be time to offer it up for a little redemptive suffering.
While I was gone, Scott graciously finished dinner for us, and took dinner over to a friend who has a sweet baby in the hospital (please pray for Baby Victoria!). That man, he’s a keeper. I often say he’s the better cook around here. We were able to eat as a family for the first time this week. That absence is not normal, at all. We usually eat every dinner together with a few exceptions, but Scott’s fall has been extraordinarily busy at work. Good busy, but still. We miss him around the table. Every night we pull a card from our Christmas card pile and pray for a family (or three). Yes, there’s usually an argument over who gets to choose the card – even after seven years of doing this! You might notice everyone has a different color cup. That’s pretty much how we do everything around here. Every kid has a family color. It allows for quick identification, ownership and accountability. Long live colored everything.
We sent some kids upstairs for showers, some to the office for homework and some to play with Gianna. That is the beauty of having older children. As I was washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, I spied this from the kitchen sink. Melt my ever-loving heart.
I nursed Gianna while Scott got two in bed. Two more wrapped up homework and our lone high schooler finally called it a night at 10pm. All I know is that come tomorrow, no homework or packing lunches for a week. Come on, Thanksgiving break!
Scott and I were able to visit tonight, about the week, life and everything in between. He even had awesome leftover dessert from his business dinner to share. Cheesecake wins me over every time.
Tomorrow, life gets pretty grand. I can’t wait to hear about your day!