This is my life.
August 27, 2009

I am scrubbing a coffee mug, watching from my kitchen window as the world wakes up and the birds flit about.  My dog walks into my view and poops.  THIS IS MY LIFE, I sigh.  Then I hang my head out the door and call to him to move.  To please, for the love of all that is holy, please poop somewhere else.

There is a playgroup meeting in the local park this afternoon.  I check the clock.  Hours to go, but let’s face it: I’ll probably be an hour late.  I keep scrubbing the coffee mug.  I wonder how long it sat on the counter before I noticed it.  Before I can start to guess, I hear a thud as Hank jumps against the kitchen screen and barks.  Hush, I hiss at him, no barking!  He stops.

Back to the damned coffee mug.  THIS IS MY LIFE, I tell myself with a crinkled nose.  I see the neighbor’s cat bolt across our yard, a black and white blur with our dog on its heels.  So I hang my head out the door again and call him back, scold him for scaring the cat.  He sits on the porch and I watch the cat slink back to where it belongs, ever wary.

The laundry beeps as it finishes.  I set down the mug and wipe my hands dry against my jeans.  There is a new stain on the denim and I have no idea where it came from.  I strip them off while I stand next to the washing machine.  Then I cross my fingers and hope the neighbors do not see me running from the garage to the house with just my underwear on.

Thankfully, I remembered to soak the coffee mug while I attended to the laundry.  Like magic, the sticky substance on the inside of it scrubs off.  I dump it in the dishwasher for good measure.  I pop open the door and give Hank a belly-rub.  When I stand up, he rolls over and releases the longest, most pathetic-sounding howl I have ever heard.  THIS IS MY LIFE, I think with exasperation.  Soon, the entire neighborhood is howling.

When I laugh at the dog, my daughter stirs.  I turn on the dishwasher and walk to her side and rock her cradle and make funny faces.  I kiss her chubby cheeks and her beautiful fingers and the very tip top of her rosy head.  I love you, I whisper, j’t’adore, ma mignonnette.  She smiles.  I melt.  She sighs and closes her eyes and I rock her a little longer until I know she’s asleep.

THIS IS MY LIFE, I marvel.

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  1. By on August 27, 2009

    Love your perspective.

  2. By Brittany at Mommy Words on August 27, 2009

    What a beautiful description of your morning.  Made me smile - particularly after the hour long fit ma mignonnette just threw.  She is beautiful!  Some days are very hour by hour, task by task with little ones.  But all of those hours matter! Have fun at the park.  We are waiting for a noon play date at the pool.  Yay preggers in a bathing suit.  Watch out!

  3. By sarah on August 27, 2009


  4. By kbreints on August 27, 2009

    The small things are the biggest and most grand after all… it IS marvelous!

  5. By on August 27, 2009

    What a beautiful life you have.

  6. By Restless Mama on August 27, 2009

    We marvel with you.

  7. By Elizabeth on August 27, 2009


  8. By chocolate and whine on August 27, 2009

    Just lovely.

  9. By Tabitha (From Single to Married) on August 27, 2009

    And what a beautiful life it is!

  10. By tracey on August 27, 2009


  11. By Lisa on August 27, 2009

    She is a beautiful little baby!  I’m so happy for you.

  12. By Elly on August 27, 2009

    Oh ♥, thanks for sharing these precious moments. It’s always amazing to hear them! :)

  13. By erin on August 27, 2009

    I love that her little fingers still don’t quite know what they are doing (or at least, it looks like that in the picture).  Brian and I used to joke that Hannah was making gang signs when she did that, we had a gansta baby.  Now she has more control over her hands and fingers and she doesn’t make gang signs anymore.  It’s great to watch her do more stuff with her hands, but I still miss the gaang signs.

    All that to say, beautiful photo.  And isn’t it a beautiful life?

  14. By Sarah A. Schlothan Christensen on August 27, 2009

    Erin - We call it the same thing!  She’s just beginning to exit that phase in the morning, (it’s like how she only rolls over in the morning; my kid clearly only functions when she’s very well-rested lol), but by the afternoon it’s still in full swing.  And it’s totally like she’s flashing gang signs at us =P

  15. By Stephanie on August 27, 2009

    Beautiful life, if you ask me! Just perfect.

  16. By Marisa @ where's the party? on August 28, 2009

    I loved this post because as a mom to a six month old I can totally relate.  Those first few months are tough, but trust me, within another two months you’ll be packing the diaper bag in your sleep (eh, erm literally!) 

    It gets easier I PROMISE.

  17. By mommica on August 28, 2009

    Ain’t it great?

  18. By changing bags on August 28, 2009

    Wow it sounds pretty good for you if this is how every day goes..! I enjoyed reading and it is a pleasure to read your unique style of writing ..simple events can be turned into a great story cant they! :)

  19. By brittany on August 29, 2009

    That picture made me melt, GORGEOUS!

  20. By Jenna @ Newlyweds on August 30, 2009

    What a beautiful post, love it!!  And Love the picture!

  21. By Heidi on August 31, 2009

    You have one of the best collections of baby blankets I’ve seen in a long time. The polka-dot chocolate-y gingham one from the previous post is also awesome. Wait. I’m not sure now if that was a blanket or Charlotte’s outfit.

    Anyway. Sweet post. Do you love stay-at-home mommying? Or are you missing the GOD AWFULNESS of 9 to 5 DRUDGERY?

  22. By Sarah A. Schlothan Christensen on September 01, 2009

    Heidi - Thanks, but I guess I should give credit where it’s due.  The polka dot one isn’t ours, we just borrowed it.  It seems like we’re always borrowing blankets because we forgot one and then three weeks later, we finally remember to wash it and return it, just to borrow it again the following day =P

  23. By Sarah A. Schlothan Christensen on September 01, 2009

    Also, stay-at-home mommying is great, but Charlotte isn’t much of a conversationalist yet.  I spend an awful lot of time hanging out hoping that I won’t miss the mail lady when she comes by, because she’s ADULT and can SPEAK ENGLISH, and hey, if I talk to one person a day, it means I’m not a brainless hermit, right?

  24. By Jinxy @ Jinxyisms on September 06, 2009

    Its a sweet life for sure!

  25. By Rebecca on September 15, 2009

    So are you a SAHM for the foreseeable future, or do you have a set go-back-to-work date?





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