For my girls (and a little bit for me), PART 12

12. Describe a typical day in your current Life.

There is no such thing.

Yes, we have our routines. Of course we do. Our three-ring circus couldn’t survive without it.

During the school year, we have to be out the door by 7:45 to get Sarah to school on time. Aubrey will start Pre-K in the fall at the same school, so we will have double the reason to get there on time. I go to work, and then I make the rounds picking up you girls and heading to the house. Sometimes Mondays are “girls’ night” if your Daddy has to be out of town, and on Tuesdays we go to Girl Scouts. Every Wednesday night during the school year, we go to church. Weekends are spent cleaning house, washing clothes, running errands and rounding through the birthday party circuit.

So, sure – we have routines. 

Zoey likes to wake up early, offer some face-breaking smiles and heartwarming baby talk, be fed and go back to sleep for a while. Sarah has to be coaxed out of bed with a lot of love, hugs and sweet promises that the day is going to be worth opening her eyes for. Aubrey wakes up with a smile on her face and a giggle in her voice and likes to be tickled until she has to tinkle.  

In the evenings, we visit about our day, eat dinner, get baths and herd you girls off to bed. Daddy and I make sure everything is set for the next day – clothes, bottles, lunches, bags. Sometimes we catch up on shows we have recorded, and sometimes we just crash. I usually spend at least a little while soaking up every ounce of steam from a leg-blisteringly hot bath.

Routines, yep. We got ’em.

But with you three girls in the house, no day is every truly “routine.” There are very few things in our Life that are commonplace. With three small children, we are frequently at the pediatrician’s office, and they know us when we walk through the door of the pharmacy. It’s horribly unpredictable as to which one of you will be sick next. If I could make that a routine, I certainly would so we could at least know what to expect and wouldn’t be blindsided by ear infections, congestion and allergic reactions.

Just talking to you girls and being around you keeps things from being too routine. We never know from one second to the next what wonderfully offbeat thing will fly out of your mouths or what you will do to get our attention. All three of you certainly know how to keep us on our toes!

We live in a creativity-driven home where ideas are exchanged freely. We sing, laugh, cry, dance, fuss, talk, hug and irritate. We pray together. We talk openly with you about Life and what you can expect. We make it a family affair just to go outside and look at your Daddy’s grapes growing on the vine. We talk to our neighbors and beg KK for M&Ms and walk safely in our cul-de-sac and bark back at the Great Danes across the street. We run through our yard, take far too many pictures and grace the nearby park with our giggles from time to time.

Our Life is routinely un-routine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s because of you, our little three-ring circus, that it’s all worth living.



About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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