Small things make me happy

With five kids, dates are hard to come by.

Yet my husband and I have managed to make the ritual of tea drinking our daily date. It may only be 10-minutes but it is 10-minutes once, maybe twice, a day we manage to keep sacred.

Dates are even more important when an already crazy schedule is being asked to 'flex' just a little bit more. We are finishing up home-school this week; preparing for Shabbat; making logistical arrangements for the mutt; the baby;  and my job; while packing for a three+ week road trip (crossing into Canada) for the majority of the family; camp for my daughter, and road trip/business trips (Yes-PURAL) for me and the baby. My head hurts just typing about it.

6/7th of the family have their passports. Upon investigation the world wide web last night, it appears the baby will be able to pass through with just his birth certificate. But eeks - one more thing to remember to pack (and more importantly not lose while trekking). Never the less, it is not our nature to let the littlest among us be without passport, so David is off getting his photo taken, and we will have the application submitted prior to pulling out of the driveway.

Now that it is summer, we have moved away from our creamy British tea in the ceramic winter mugs and have moved to Earl Grey with Fresh tea leaves and Lemon Verbena in clear glass cups, with an optional splash of agave. Needless to say, I am looking forward to my evening tea break with David. It will be a well-deserved 10-minute island of time to ask him how is day was between Kumon math lessons and the mounds of laundry.