We don't have to be anywhere 'til 5pm, so the whole day stretches out,
filled with delicious potential.
And for a boy who was feeling very under-the-weather yesterday,
a stretchy, empty day was exactly what he
(and we, as it turned out) needed.
It was a day for
a girl to play piano
and Timez Attack
and for a boy to read on his bed.
A day for a girl to
make a book out of index cards,
and help make a new multiplication game
with her mama (who had had an Idea and wanted to start right Then and There!).
A day for a girl to play the game with her mama
then help make up another game (and play that too!)
…while a boy read on his bed.
A day for a boy to come downstairs and
make a cape and High Priest's hat for his toy dog,
play with his sister,
then read on the couch.
A day for big, gorgeous cuddles on the bed
(with me as the filling and the kids the bread, all curled up around each other like question marks),
then a nap for me
and reading on two beds by two happy kids
(starting to see a pattern here?).
A day for my boy
to go to band (having rested all day and now feeling Up for It)
and for a mama and a girl to come home and make dinner.
A day for a girl to draw at her desk
while a mama made vegetable soup,
chopped vegies and danced in the kitchen
to music so infectious
a girl had to come dance too.
(And this has to be one of the happiest songs ever, of all time)
Ah. It was a glorious day.
Did I mention that I love Mondays?
And Tuesdays too, come to think of it. As for Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays…
Well. I love you all. You are, actually, all my favourites :)
I thought you'd like to know:
We've had FIVE nights of happy bedtimes now! Which = one happy family, one empowered and pleased-as-peaches girl, and lots and lots of sleep.
(Deep, contented sigh)