Sometimes I like to write up a normal day as fully as I can for remembering purposes. Most of the kids are outside right now so I'll start typing and see how far I can get! Today happened to be a day where Neil was working from home & the three oldest were at home for elearning.
5ish am: I wake up, look at the time, and try to go back to sleep.
6:30ish: Neil can't sleep any more, so he gets up. I pretend to myself for awhile longer that I can still sleep, but once Matthew hops up and down the stairs a few times (he is HANDS DOWN the loudest stair-walker in our family), I give up and go downstairs.
Neil has breakfast going for the four boys, as he does every single day--today he's opted for French toast. I sit down at my desk and start going through my work emails and grading the assignments that were submitted last night. Neil wrangles the kids through breakfast, gathers up gloves, Chromebooks, lunches, masks, etc., and shepherds Luke and Nathan out the door to the van. I've driven the morning shift the last three days, so he takes it over today and I get in a solid hour of work before Matthew decides he's done with breakfast and he MUST have my full attention.
Isaac and Abigail have already started their homework (today is an at-home day for the three oldest kids) but Juliet is still firmly enscounced in bed. When Neil gets home, he wakes her up and she comes down, blinking and owl-eyed, wrapped in her fuzziest robe. I've already cleaned up the kitchen and all the remaining French toast mix, so she happily opts for cereal (her favorite and something nobody ever gets on a go-to-school morning).
Neil has half an hour before his first meeting, so the two of us (and Matthew!) slip downstairs for a quick twenty minutes of weights. Matthew really loves specific Peloton instructors, so he gets to pick the class for the day (solely based on Matthew's desire to hear Andy say "Boom, baby!" at the end of difficult sets).
Neil starts his call and Matthew and I check in on the older kids. Matthew & I have our daily argument about music (he always wants to blast Imagine Dragons, I insist that when the kids are doing elearning we listen to classical music because it helps cut down on the kids singing or humming to themselves, which in turn cuts down on kids arguing about who is being loud). I realize I haven't eaten anything so I dump some protein powder into a glass of milk, then sit down with a giant pile of picture books for the next hour. I read to Matthew and surreptitiously answer work emails and texts for my calling under the cover of the books as they come in--there are a few urgent things that I need to make decisions about now.
Once my throat has given out, Matthew and I go back downstairs for another 30 minutes of weights--Peloton's strength for runners program makes a huge difference in my mobility and speed, so I try to do longer runner-specific sessions at least twice a week. Matthew sits next to me and keeps up a nonstop narrative and I do my best to answer him while wishing that he would just play with toys for a few minutes because these weighted lunges are hard and I just want to focus! I feel a little guilty that I'm not playing with him and that he's sitting through two different weight sessions this morning.
Matty and I head back upstairs and make a round of green smoothies for everyone--Matthew puts in raspberries, blackberries, and 2 bananas. I add a bag of spinach and some orange juice concentrate, then Matthew adds Greek yogurt (then a whole lot more when my back is turned) and we hand out smoothies to everyone else. I spend some time helping kids with elearning questions, then Matty and I catch up on some Marco Polos while he eats lunch.
We head to preschool, picking up Matthew's friend G on the way (thank heavens for this one carpool that has survived COVID!). When I get home, the older kids are eating lunch. Neil has finished his morning calls and is on the Peloton; he comes upstairs and we briefly chat before I head downstairs for my run. I've been running inside more this winter than I ever have before--I'm just so tired of running the same routes by myself, and the ice and snow are depressing and not something I feel like dealing with lately. Since today is my rest day, I run a very easy four miles and then add a fifth mile since I feel like I've barely broken a sweat. I stretch, then head back upstairs to shower. Isaac and Neil are working on Isaac's history essay on DaVinci, and after I finish showering Isaac asks me to proofread it one more time before he submits it.
I pick up Luke and Nathan from school, then meet Matthew at G's house. When we get home, Luke goes straight into the backyard and starts building a snowman. Nathan and Matthew shower, eat a snack, and then decide they want to build a snowman with Luke. I outfit them for the snow, trying not to think about how much (not) fun it will be to get the little boys through homework and piano later tonight--I'm glad they all want to play together.
Juliet comes upstairs from her run and decides she wants to go outside; Isaac joins her. The five of them build a snowman family; Abigail is still in the dining room plugging away at her homework. I'd hoped to do driving hours with her tonight during Juliet & Isaac's piano lesson, but it looks like that won't happen.
I take advantage of the quiet with everyone outside to catch up on work emails/grading, then vacuum the main level of the house and tidy things up before I start dinner. Tonight is tricky because we have three back-to-back piano lessons (one at our home over Zoom and two others at the piano teacher's home) so I never quite know what to do for dinner; if we wait until the piano lessons are over we end up eating around 6:45 which really cramps the evening.
I decide to have dinner ready around 5 and whoever's home can eat then with other kids eating on the way to piano, so I make rigatoni with zucchini, sausage, tomatoes, and basil. I reluctantly tell the kids it's time to come in from the snow, then try to keep everyone quiet while we deal with the snow stuff and I simultaneously make dinner, since Abigail is on a Zoom piano lesson in the living room.
Neil comes downstairs, finished with work for the day, and I give him a quick update on where we are with homework and piano practice as I shepherd Juliet and Isaac out to piano. While I wait for them, I have a blissfully quiet hour to tackle more work emails and grading (ah, mobile office that is my car, we have good times together).
When we get home, it’s a mad dash until bedtime—finishing up homework, helping kids study for quizzes, more piano practice, kids who suddenly decide they need to do laundry, finishing dinner dishes, coaxing Matthew into eating dinner, family scripture study and prayer.
Overall...pandemic days feel LONG and repetitious to me. Basically an endless round of feeding people, reading to Matthew, helping kids with homework, trying to wedge in my work, and keeping the house going. I'm spending a lot of time working out, and sometimes I feel guilty about that, buuuuut it's also what is keeping me sane right now.