I have the kids for one day before they go back to Daddy’s for the weekend. On the one hand, they’ve been having a wild and crazy time over there and part of me thinks they just need a day of structure and rest.
On the other hand, why should he have all the fun?
We’re all still in our pajamas, following sleeping late and an elegant breakfast-and-cartoons experience here in the family room.
Monkey: I’m thirsty!
Me: That’s nice.
Monkey: Um. Mama, may I please have some milk?
Me: Yes, you may. Thank you for asking so nicely.
Monkey: You’re funny, Mama.
Me: Are you going to spill this milk?
Monkey: No, I’m going to drink it.
Me: Are you sure?
Monkey: Yes! I am going to be so careful, because if I spill again you will cry. Also, I’m very thirsty.
Anyway, I’m formulating a gameplan. We’ll get dressed. We’ll have a little something for lunch, eventually. Then we’re going to the movies. And I can’t say for sure, but I think we may be having ice cream for dinner. Just because.
Next week, it’s back to business as usual. Next week, I’ll be the meanest Mama in the world (again). Today? I am totally smuggling candy into Polar Express with us.