day in the life

An Ordinary Day in the Life

Last week, I woke with a long day ahead of me. My husband was out of town and the dangerously cold temperatures were going to keep us cooped up inside all day. I was faced with a choice: I could watch the hours drag on or I could capture the moments of the day, monotonous and messy though they may be. Into my head popped my dear sister-in-law and how she captured her own family’s season of life.

Brooke is an incredibly talented photographer in Michigan (we’re not blood related, so I’m not biased, I swear ;). She prefers to shoot in a photojournalism style, where no one is posed and she’s more a fly on the wall in the midst of whatever it is that’s going on. Looking at her photos is like getting a peek into someone’s life. I love that they capture a moment in time, and she inspired me to capture the ordinary.

I chose to make this a day worth remembering. I carried my camera around throughout the morning and early afternoon, only intervening as I normally would. Nothing was staged or posed. We went about our day, and I watched through my lens, finding the beauty in the everyday. There will never be another today, and I want to remember it. My floors weren’t swept and there are boxes piled up for our impending move, and most of the boys stayed in their jammies longer than necessary. There were tantrums and frustrations and cuddles and silliness. But oh, the sweetness of these boys. Their little toes and their eyes and their Star Wars obsession… these are the things dreams are made of. The way my family is right now won’t be how it is in six months, six years, sixteen years. I want to remember this moment, this season, in all its messiness and beauty.

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A Day in the Life…

Today both Simply Rebekah and Simple Homeschool are inviting readers to share what a day looks like in their life. The other day I took some pictures and decided to play along, so you could get a little peek into life at our house.

IMG_70837am… I try really hard to get up before the kids, so that I can have some time alone to prepare for my day and spend time reading my Bible. Some days I am better at this than others. I was up with my youngest last night, who has been sick, so this morning I snuck in a couple minutes as my hubby starts breakfast for my oldest, who is already up.


8am… still breakfast time. The kids woke up in shifts, so breakfast is taking a super long time this morning. But mornings go slowly around here, and we really like it that way.


9am… the boys snuggle together on the couch to read the books we got yesterday at the library. We read a LOT of books in our house. At this point in our homeschool journey, unschooling feels right for us. So reading is one of the most important things we do during our day… and it happens often.


As they read, I drink this glorious loveliness. Morning is not morning without coffee.


10am… the boys play, and I referee. They would be content to play with their trains pretty much all day. And some days they do.


11am… It is ridiculously warm outside today. 50 degrees in Wisconsin in January is pretty unreal, so since the rain has stopped, we head outside. In sweatshirts. In January. Ridiculous!


12pm… Lunch. We eat a lot of peanut butter and jelly, because I like lunchtime to be easy – no arguments. And today we have no clean plates, so I bust out the paper ones, completely guilt-free. Because sick baby + pregnant mama = putting off the dishes even more than usual.


1pm… Baby went down for a nap by 12:30 and the big boys rest on the couch. I walk in to find my three-year-old asleep, which is something that never happens. [later I discover he’s caught his younger brother’s fever]


2pm… it’s raining again now, so I set the pattern blocks out on the table. My five-year-old loves these, so I let him have at it. And apparently today he needs to wear his hat Even though it’s 50 degrees in Wisconsin in January. I do some laundry and make myself sit for a few minutes, while I can.


3pm… I almost always spend some or most of naptime in my sewing room. Today I don’t actually sew, but I clean off my sewing table, because I couldn’t even see the top of the table anymore. It’s a [super rare] refreshing sight! My three-year-old isn’t feeling up to playing after his nap, so my five-year-old writes and colors next to him on the couch. Writing is another natural part of our unschooling that happens daily.


4pm… Dishes. I hate dishes, which should be obvious since we had no clean plates earlier. It is my absolute least favorite household task. The boys are all up and play surprisingly independently while I do this.


5pm… dinner prep, with about fourteen gazillion interruptions by these amazing little humans who fill my day.


6pm… normally we’re eating by now, but I totally forgot that I asked my hubby to stop at the store on the way home. So I keep the food warm and snuggle with this dude, whose fever is still lingering.


7pm… After dinner, I get to snuggle and read with my feverish three-year-old. Actually, I listen to him “read” to me the books that he’s memorized. I pretty much can’t handle the sweetness of this moment.


8pm… Kids are in bed, so I write up a quick blog post. And completely ignore the mess on the floor in front of me, because this prego mama is super exhausted.

The day ends not long after this… some nights I sew in the evening, some nights we eat ice cream and watch something on TV. But many nights we’re in bed by 9:30. Because we’re old and boring. ;) And between our kids and my ginormous baby belly, sleep is a rare commodity in our house. And tomorrow the loveliness of my ordinary and yet extraordinary day begins all over again.