June 24, 2007

domestic Sunday

We got everyone all lotioned up and dressed for the pool today, only to have Henry announce, in the kitchen, on the way out the door, “My head hurts.” Hmm, we said, well okay, do you think you want to go to the pool?

Yes, he did.

In the car, on the way to the pool, he said, “My hear hurts. I think I have an ear infection.” Hmm, we said, well okay, you probably shouldn’t swim. No, he decided, he did NOT have an ear infection, just a head ache. Okay, we said, did he want to try going to the pool?

Yes, he did.

In the parking lot at the club, where we were meeting Wade’s brother and his kids, Henry said, “I don’t want to swim.” So I gave Wade the pool bag and his cell phone and then flagged down my sister-in-law, who pulled in as I was pulling out, to ask her to bring Wade and Charlie home, and I came home with Henry, who is running a slight fever and says he feels weak. And that his head hurts. And maybe his ear hurts too, he’s not sure.

I have a new column at Mamazine.com today, about how much I love my Dyson. Or the cocktail hour. Or something like that.

I’m not a big housework person, and I can barely cook. But somehow this summer, I’ve been finding time to vacuum and dust and wipe up the bathroom counters and keep up with the laundry. I’ve been making real food for dinner, almost every night. Yesterday, just for fun, I cleaned the windows that look out onto the sun porch because the little sets of child fingerprints were driving me crazy, and then I made a cheese and cracker plate and served it on the porch, with some nice wine.

I have no idea what has happened to me.

And now I have to unload and reload the dishwasher, because some folks are coming by to admire the house later, and because at any moment Henry will start wailing because he really DOES have an ear infection and it’s Sunday and the doctor’s office is closed.

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8 Responses to “domestic Sunday”

  1. That is what happens when you move to Norman Rockwellville. Everything must be kept picture pefect. :)

    I cleaned a lot when I first got my Dyson. It wore off after a bit. However, I have left it downstairs all week and havent stop using it. It just works well, even after 3 years, that I cant stop.

    Happy Sunday.

    Hope your boys feel better, soon.

  2. Ear infection on a Sunday! Ack.

  3. Aw, get better soon little dude.

    Crackers and cheese with wine. Yum.

  4. Everything you write is so fantastic - I loved your column.

    Also, we went to Oklahoma this weekend; I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. I guess I sort of envisioned it to be flat and barren like Nebraska and Kansas. Not so!

  5. Yeah, of course mine has pink eye. Because it’s Sunday.

    Anyway, looked at the photos of your new place. Lovely. Even I want to come keep it tidy.

  6. This same type of thing has been happening to me lately–the cleaning and cooking and all that, I mean. I’m starting to feel more and more like at-home motherhood and homemaking is my career right now–in the sense of something I work hard at and take pride in and want to do well–and so it means something to me to be able to take care of two munchkins and also keep the house fairly nice and cook meals and do all the extra things that crop up like mending the buttons and harvesting the rhubarb and baking fruit cobbler. Which I am aware sounds really retro and unfeminist (maybe?), but that’s not how it feels to me. Well, maybe retro, in a good way, but not unfeminist.

  7. Shan, I think Retro IS the New Feminism.

    I also think that’s going to be the title of my book . . .

  8. Yippie - a book!!

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