It's been one of those weeks. I probably should blog about it in minute detail. But that would be very responsible of me. I might become a legitimate blogger. That would be scary. Let's just say it involved way too much Easter candy, Madeline spraining her ankle, Madeline getting the 24 hour flu, not so much sleep, and a million other little things that just make you want to get to next week.
After a long day today of screaming, tantrums, diarrhea, and no naps, we took the kids out to dinner because cooking it seemed like an Olympic event. Madeline screamed the whole time. So we loaded everyone back in the car and drove home. And the girls fell asleep on the way. We pulled into our parking spot, and looked back at the sleeping children. Then we looked at each other. Then without a word, we both sighed and leaned back in our chairs. And played a game of Scrabble on Jessie's iphone. And laughed because this is what life has brought us to. And we were okay with being the weirdos hanging out in our parked car on a Friday night in front of our house. Not even making out. And thoroughly enjoying it.
1 comment:
Amen, sistah! Some days are like that. But like the adage/song/old people say. . You'll miss it when it's gone.
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