you know how it goes. same old story. kids in bed, dinner mess cleaned up, husband and buddy hanging out at the end of the driveway, chewin' the fat. it's quiet, and you know what's coming. a nearby, clearly wronged chicken cuts loose with a string of poultry profanity. i mean, really. i have children here, listening!
this day was fantastic. really great....i love thursdays..joe gets up early to go to men's breakfast..which means i get the bed for a whole hour to myself (ideally)until Cole tromps down the stairs and snuggles in next to me....for a bit, until Liam, who isn't brave enough yet, thankfully, to descend the stairs groggy, calls for me...then the madness starts. but i love it too, because i wake to the smell of hot coffee, and the house is starting to warm up. but today was especially stellar because a good friend came to visit. it's always fun with her. funny things are funnier with her around. catching the grill on fire, attempting to cook bacon...normally this type of thing would have made me nervous...instead, we stood around debating what to do as my grill flamed--parts that typically are not supposed to flame. finally, laughing hysterically, we called joe to make sure we'd done right (unhooked gas, closed lid, threw some flour on it(which ignited, thusly igniting more laughter from us). the attempt to keep the bacon smell out of my house backfired quite profoundly. and i loved it. made a cake from scratch, dinner was in the crockpot, so i walked resolutely past the laundry to play with my kids in the sunshine. it was just the kind of day you never remember you love so much until it happens. and now, alone in my breakfast nook, smelling an overripe lemon, thinking about doing my taxes...last years....i'm thinking, no, let's keep it up. let's just enjoy these simple pleasures, smells, sounds or lack of sounds, forever friends, kid messes, and every imperfection that makes us perfect. lets just camp there, and be still.
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