Today...

Madeleine actually laughed during her reading assignment. She said it was "fun!"

I made four pints of apple sauce, and my wrist is sore from sending it through the food mill. Whose idea was this?

We watched Cars for the fifth time since Saturday. Rachel requests "Mader an da Dote Ite."

Madeleine got a taste of making change for the first time. Tomorrow we'll review addition (and subtraction?), with fractions to start next week.

We went for a walk with our heavy coats on carrying our umbrellas.

I got to rake leaves out of our drain--again-- and dig a narrow trench from the sidewalk to the street for drainage.

In other words, it was just another day that will blend into so many others. No catastrophes, no major victories, many small steps along. Meals were made, dishes washed, laundry attended to. We all got a day older, progressed a little further on the road of life.

Days like this used to bother me. I didn't contribute to the GNP today! I didn't read or write anything related to the Great American Novel! This day was without meaning!

Then I look at my children, my husband. No day with them could lack meaning.