It was one of those days where you look at the house and wonder if you'd be able to find your brain if it was hanging in front of your face on a string.
I told the kids I just need a day to get my things organized.
I was trying to figure out how to get things out of piles and into places they belong. I was trying to figure out what those places of belonging even were. Or if they even existed.
I have papers and books and treasures and things in piles all around the house.
I just needed a day to organize the "stuff".
Exactly twelve minutes into my searching for the spaces my piles could melt into, Iggy appeared.
"Mama" he asks. He's stopped calling me mom. I've been Mama now for about two weeks.
"You know what I've always wanted to learn how to do?" he asks, so very non-chalantly.
I turn to him.
"You do?" I answer, and hope I didn't sound too surprised.
"Yeah. I want to sew a doll."
"Really?" (Again, hoping I covered the surprise.)
Out came the paper. He drew a pattern. Then out came the fabric so he could pick what he wanted.
"I'm making AquaMan. With a water bomb."
He thought he'd try his luck with hand sewing.
You can tell from the look on his face, it wasn't his favorite experience.
For another section of the doll, he decided he'd be brave and try the machine.
He was excited.
So we sat together and worked on another piece of his doll.
We stopped sewing when it was lunchtime, because withholding food for half a second from two growing boys is a terrible idea.
I looked around the room. There were still piles everywhere. Piles of papers, piles of books, piles of undiscovered stuff I thought I had misplaced...and now piles of fabric and scraps of thread.
My husband looked at me and smirked.
"You didn't actually think you were going to get away with a day of no learning, did you?"
I'll never be rid of the piles.
But thankfully, a magical life still goes on. :)