N wakes up far too early. The driver calls to say he has a family emergency and he has to go to his village. I'm ponder what this really means (since last time it meant, "I quit") and figure out how I'm going to get S to school. I ponder in the shower since I can hear myself think there, even though N is crying at the door, when the water slows first to a cold trickle and then completely stops. Sometimes you get the soap off, sometimes you don't. Later, I find N at the computer:
Then we have lunch:
Seriously, would 45 more minutes in the morning be too much to ask? Once he wakes up again, it's...No, don't hit your brother. No, you can't stand in the pans you've taken from the cupboard (remember no dishwasher and inside shoes). No, you can't play with the outlets.
I've had enough nos, by the time we get to food therapy, I throw caution to the wind and hope that salmonella isn't related to lack of refrigeration. Yes! You can lick the beater . See... Indian Wednesdays are pretty much like your Wednesdays.
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Ok, but seriously, after all that insanity, how can you look at that beater licking picture and not fall in love with those boys all over again. I wouldn't be surprised if they sprouted wings and flew around the kitchen, they look like such angels, especially that little imp, N! I would snuggle him the tightest!
That's why God gave us sleeping children, so we could love them all over again after a day like "Typical Wednesday".
So, did you get S to school? I was guessing not, since you seem to have made cookies instead.
Well, anyway, I love you and your boys.
Perfectly charming post. SOme things are always the same, wherever you are. I especially loved N "at the computer."
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