Picket Fence Post

As I mentioned yesterday, I decided to take the lead of some New England media folk and chronicle a day in the life of a Massachusetts suburban work-from-home mom of three by snapping photos throughout the day. That mom, of course, was me.

And wouldn’t you know that today happened to be the day when The Youngest Boy stayed home from school complaining of a constellation of vague symptoms. However because The Spouse was working from home, it wasn’t solely my duty to serve at the kid’s beck and call, fetching him beverages, snacks, lunch, blankets, etc.

Photo 1: The first image was taken when The Spouse (otherwise known as “Casty,” for the cast on his broken wrist) prepared to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for The Eldest Boy who was, per usual, running late for school and hadn’t packed a lunch yet.

Photo 2: Max, our 8-month-old puppy, sat at the door and watched The Girl go to the bus stop. (The Eldest Boy had to be driven to school earlier — by The Spouse — because he had before-school band practice.)

Photo 3: After the two eldest kids had gone to school, I commenced with my regular routine of reading the morning papers while listening to talk radio and enjoying a couple cups of coffee in the kitchen. On this particular morning, The Youngest Boy joined me at the table, still in his PJs, and drew pictures. (The Spouse took the photo.)

Photo 4: The Youngest Boy was sacked out on the living room sofa for the morning watching “educational” programming, otherwise known as the Cartoon Network.

Photo 5: I drove to my sister-in-law’s house nearby to drop off her birthday present. (The Spouse was home with the “sick” kid). It had just started snowing, but the roads weren’t bad. Yet.

Photo 6: The Girl — dressed for basketball practice — helped me prepare “breakfast for dinner:” pancakes, a tomato and egg omelet, bacon and home fries. She and The Spouse, her hoop coach, were able to join us for dinner before heading out to the gym.

Photo 7: I was left with this sink filled with delightfulness. At least the boys did feed Max and let him out, wiped down the kitchen table and helped me put the clean dishes in the dishwasher away.

As I was writing this blog item, the boys were playing in The Youngest Boy’s room with Max and (shockingly) not fighting, The Girl was cleaning herself up after her practice and The Spouse was out at a meeting.

That was my day. What’d you do with your day?