Sunday was that rarity in the universe: the 25-hour day. The clocks fell back as daylight savings time ended, and so the day was a little slower than usual. I was more mindful than usual of the morning, knowing that I had the extra hour. All in all, it went pretty well.
I stayed up until midnight, but it was really more like 11 p.m. The sun came up an hour earlier than usual. The kids all wound up in bed with my husband and me by 7 a.m., but after 8 hours of sleep, I was drifting awake already. All three were snuggly and reasonably well-behaved. Kid #4 seemed to pick up on the fact that all his siblings were there because he started kicking merrily too, and the kids wanted to hug my belly and pat him. I’m not a terribly sentimental person, but I love to see how he has already been welcomed into this tribe.
I got up around 7:20 and went downstairs to make the kids chocolate chip pancakes. I use a mix, so it’s fast! And they eat fast. I got into my running clothes and was out the door at 7:40. It wasn’t the best run ever. My legs were stiff, probably due to the ridiculous cold front that came through, with the wind blowing freezing gusts in my face. I managed to do about 3 miles before deciding that was enough.
The rest of my family (with my husband and mother-in-law) took off for the Franklin Institute, but I went to 10 a.m. church instead. The choir was performing Rutter’s Requiem for All Saints Sunday, and I wanted to hear it. The requiem was lovely as it always is, and it’s a great day when I can hear a free choral concert before noon.
No one was home when I got back around 11:20, so I did some more work on my #NaNoWriMo project. I’m cranking out a novel with a working title of Juliet’s School for the Domestic Arts. I am figuring out the plot and the characters as I write. What is showing up on the page right now is total crap, but the act of writing allows me to experiment with things. I’m finding this playful aspect of my work pretty fun. I’ve also realized that when the inner critic is completely silenced, I write fast. I’m probably cranking out my 1700 words in less than an hour most days. I’ll write more about this later this week, but so far this is pretty doable.
So by about 12:30 when everyone else got home, I’d been snuggling with the kids and making them breakfast, going for a 3-mile run, listening to a choral concert, and writing for close to an hour. I’d like more of these 25-hour days! Though to be honest, there’s probably nothing in there I couldn’t have done in a 24-hour day too if I’d been good about planning. The afternoon was less awesome: those cold blustery winds meant having two younger siblings on the sidelines for an older sibling’s soccer game was pretty miserable. There was a lot of whining and crying and trips back to the car. I’m also not particularly patient when I’m driving three kids around to various things and I’m not 100 percent sure where I’m going. But at least it was a good morning.
Photo: Coffee is an important part of any morning.