We have a spot for this and a spot for that and yes we even have a spot for that
Every evening we have dinner, Brian or I bring which ever child has practice that evening to practice and we manage to bring that same child back home (don't laugh some days I pull up at swim practice and I forget if I even brought a child with me, because I'm there so much its like second nature)
After the kids are bathed and books are read and every ones piggies are tucked in.
OK, only Hannah has legitimate piggies, the boys toes are more like hogs now :)
Once I hear silence coming from all the rooms, I start what I call my last mile.
After my husband ran his first marathon, I asked him what was the hardest part and he said the last mile.
I was hurting, he said but I knew the light at the end of the tunnel was coming.
My last mile consists of the kitchen cleaning and the lunch ritual in our house.
Its a funny thing because when I start to make sandwiches or wraps or whatever were doing for the next day, my body starts to go into the light at the end of the tunnel theory. I know that when this is done, I'm starting the dishwasher and off to ZZZZZ land I'm going.
Well of course thats after we put up the clean clothes that have accumulated on our bed, start another load of TOWELS, let the dogs out, get the dogs back in and in there beds, check all the doors, set the alarm, watch my husband check the temperature in the snakes cage (oh..... don't act like you all don't do that every evening also!)
This is what my last mile looks like.....
(don't be hatin on my yummy white counters)
I'm hoping Granite is our next project, I'm hoping even more that my husband is reading this:)
sandwiches and juice boxes, to come
What's your last mile like??