I'm still working. I've absorbed as much of the subsoil into our land as I can. There was still a rather large pile so Baby Boy and I are making a waterfall. Turns out the labor is the expensive part of building a waterfall. The parts are reasonable.
I've never been afraid of work.
Also, we have a cord of pine from trees we had to take down to make room for the house and another cord (at least) of mill-ends in our shed. We've had to collect all of the wood, stack and organize what could be used later (to build storage shelves, a playhouse, an awesome set of blocks), cut the pieces that would be too big for a fireplace and then haul and stack it in the shed. We are nearly done with that job (for now) and the wood is a reassuring insurance policy against our cold and snowy winters.
Soccer has started. I do enjoy being outside without any tasks to perform,
other than cheering on my little players and chasing the one year old who thinks he is a player.
Piano lessons and ballet has started (I discovered a class that is $80 for the whole semester with a $16 costume. This is one happy mama!)
I am teaching two classes: Secret Codes/Spies and Epidemics. One to make us conspiracy theorists and the other to make us germaphobes.
Everyone expects clean laundry and regular meals.
I expect quiet time to take naps and read.
We may get none of those, between it all!