By that I mean, ordinary.
It was an ordinary Saturday. Like the weekends I remember. From our life before.
Here’s how it went:
We woke up early.
Noted that the #3 kid will likely have purple hair the next time we see her, based on the state of the bathroom.
Went back to bed.
Woke up later. Drank tea and bone broth. Put together a menu plan for the week (using the Healing Kitchen our new favourite cookbook). Wrote grocery lists.
Did house stuff.
I went to yoga. Matthew did the first wave of grocery shopping.
The teenager awoke: purple hair confirmed.
She went out.
We made tea in go-cups and drove to the beach. Watched the water and talked about nothing in particular.
Did more grocery shopping.
Bought water containers at Canadian Tire for our update-the-emergency-kit project (because Fort McMurray).
Came home. I filled up the containers with water and stashed them.
While eating, we watched the new episode of Peaky Blinders.
Played scrabble with the #3 kid when she got home.
Went to bed.
Are you still with me?
After 28 months on the AIP, Matthew went back to work. After 29 months, we had our first boring day.
It was wonderful.