Some days with homeschooling my three kids in the middle of a northeastern winter, I wonder at my decisions. Some mornings there is so much whip-cracking and bellyaching involved, I'm astounded. My husband is home from Utila right now and has front row seats to the circus that is our morning routine.
J asked me if it is always like this, and I was tempted to use a phrase that has been long-banned from our relationship, Welcome to my world. Because let's be honest, does anyone, especially among the long-married, ever mean, come on in, can I get you a drink, take your jacket, show you around, welcome you to my lovely world?
But the truth is, it isn't always like this. I can appreciate I've got a pretty good gig, here in this momjob. After we got our busywork done, I took all the kids to the rink where we run "Learn to Skate" on Mondays, which means hours of open ice, friends, and fresh air, followed by Hayden's science club and playdates, Max's hockey practice, homemade spaghetti sauce (where everyone detected the spinach and boycotted!) brownie baking and sleepovers. After reading to Piper and Quinn, Piper's sister cousin age 4, who are on an every-other-on-again-off-again sleepover schedule (it's not as complicated as it sounds) I get to eavesdrop on their pre-sleep conversations.
Q: Piper! Great news! I can feel the little hairs growing in my armpits! I'm so excited!
P: Quinn, everyone has hairs in their armpits. Everyone has hairs everywhere.
Q: But these would be real hairs.
P: Mom. Are you still in here?
P: I think I burst another eardrum, just now, while blowing my nose.
Me: Sorry to hear that, honey.
Q: Piper, I can't sleep.
P: Try to do some math problems in your head.
Q: <heaving a sigh> What's MATH?
P: You know what I wish? I wish it were a hundred thousand years ago, and I were a baby, but I still had my sense of humor, and I could just go around eating or stomping whatever I want.
Q: <dreamily> yeah....
Three minutes later, it was this: