Benjamin is leaning around the corner into the living room peeking at me. He has just put on his pajamas and robe and is afraid I'll get onto him, I guess. He says he wants to play Aliens. I have no idea what pajamas have to do with Aliens but whatever pleases his little five-year-old heart.
It's 2:30 in the afternoon and we just got back from the grocery store.
Gillian has been under-the-weather. Caught a bug that's been parading around our community. Pretty arrogant of that little virus, don't you think? She found a pink toy cellphone at the store and decided it was the coolest thing in the world. I didn't buy it for her. I got many stares as we chugged out of there.
It is almost time to pick up C from school….one of my favorite I'm-so-blessed-to-be-at-home-with-my-children duties. He bounds towards me, hair all-a-mess…usually with new holes in his clothes. (What do they do at school anyway??) I love responding in turn to all the kids that wave and say "Hi Mrs. Colin!!" I ruffle his hair and thank goodness he still holds my hand. I soak it in. Sometimes we race to the car – he always beats me.
We drive a bit happier and we talk a bit laughier. We act a little sillier on Fridays. Colin writes "TGIF!" immediately on the kitchen chalkboard. We relax.