Girl Friday
Ah, the joys of Friday: no more planning school lunches, ironing clothes (I can never rescue them from the dryer fast enough) and battling traffic. My boys and I do a little dance when Friday comes along and Papa walks through the door from work.
"It's Friday! What're we doing?"
That's enough to send me into sighs of anticipation: we can go to the aquarium, the zoo, drop in on little Ethan's birthday, visit the grands of course, and joy of joys, we can stay home and do NOTHING. Nothing meaning the kiddies play, Hubby watches TV and Mama, given a choice, will do housework.
I can't help it! I want my family to come home to a neat, cheerful, clean, neat home. Did I say neat yet? But it can't be done, not with Transformer parts making a trail from the family room to under the fridge, clean clothes waiting to be folded on the sofa and crumbs of whatever the boys just ate underfoot. Oh no, this Girl Friday's to-do list is epic.
"It's Friday! What're we doing?"
That's enough to send me into sighs of anticipation: we can go to the aquarium, the zoo, drop in on little Ethan's birthday, visit the grands of course, and joy of joys, we can stay home and do NOTHING. Nothing meaning the kiddies play, Hubby watches TV and Mama, given a choice, will do housework.
I can't help it! I want my family to come home to a neat, cheerful, clean, neat home. Did I say neat yet? But it can't be done, not with Transformer parts making a trail from the family room to under the fridge, clean clothes waiting to be folded on the sofa and crumbs of whatever the boys just ate underfoot. Oh no, this Girl Friday's to-do list is epic.
After I dropped The Firstborn off at school today, the list was on my mind (as it is written on my organizer, which I don't have time to look at during the day anyway, but it's adorable and cheers me up just by being its cute self). My almost 3-year-old was in the backseat, getting his daily dose of "Bet On It" from High School Musical, and looking ever so languid.
"Aha!" methought. "He'll take a morning nap, and I can get that story started, drop the whites in the laundry, sweep., mop, get lunch started, check e-mail!"
We were two minutes from home when Sandro pipes up: "Mom, can we go to the park?
Of course I had my pat answer: "Honey, it's 8:30 a.m. it's really early. Let's go before lunch."
"No, Mama, can we go now? Please? I'll eat lunch later."
Ahh, my secondborn who is so laidback and never asks for much is asking for a little playtime. Wasn't this the reason we decided I should stay home in the first place, so my babies and I can spend as much time as we could together? Not with me shuttling from room to room cleaning and muttering to myself, but really being with my boys, looking them in the eyes and savoring every little, "You're my best girl, Mama!"
So we turned into the park and spent a leisurely half-hour on the playground, Sandro was all smiles as he conquered the big kid slide over and over. The house can stay messy a little bit longer. I had one very important playdate to attend.
"Aha!" methought. "He'll take a morning nap, and I can get that story started, drop the whites in the laundry, sweep., mop, get lunch started, check e-mail!"
We were two minutes from home when Sandro pipes up: "Mom, can we go to the park?
Of course I had my pat answer: "Honey, it's 8:30 a.m. it's really early. Let's go before lunch."
"No, Mama, can we go now? Please? I'll eat lunch later."
Ahh, my secondborn who is so laidback and never asks for much is asking for a little playtime. Wasn't this the reason we decided I should stay home in the first place, so my babies and I can spend as much time as we could together? Not with me shuttling from room to room cleaning and muttering to myself, but really being with my boys, looking them in the eyes and savoring every little, "You're my best girl, Mama!"
So we turned into the park and spent a leisurely half-hour on the playground, Sandro was all smiles as he conquered the big kid slide over and over. The house can stay messy a little bit longer. I had one very important playdate to attend.
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