I don't know if it's because Mr. Nielson is gone
or because the RNC is a bummer, but I found myself taking weird photos with
my sister Lucy last evening as the sun was setting.
We had spent a wonderful day at the pool and as the day
went on, our children became grumpier and grumpier.
As she left my garage (and her kids screaming in the car)
we took some quality photos together:
You know that time of day when you really want everyone
to go to bed so you can take a shower,
maybe pour yourself a HUGE Dr. Pepper with loads of ice,
and watch something (anything) on TV?
I was feeling that tonight.
I bathed Lottie with Oliver, explaining (in detail) the three Lego
creations he had just made.
Lottie screamed while I scrubbed her chlorine-soaked hair,
and Ollie's voice got louder so he could talk over her exhausted cries.
I felt a headache coming on and heard
Jane in the kitchen preparing to make macaroons.
Who makes macaroons at 9:30 at night? Who makes macaroons, period?
Nicholas had spent almost the entire day upstairs in his
Lego room missing nearly every meal we ate,
and now he was hungry and complaining about the lack
of food in our refrigerator (it's true).
I overheard Claire on the phone talking to friends about plans...
Did I mention it was 9:30- at night?
I held it together and calmly told Ollie to wait and finish his
Lego stories until exhausted, Lottie was in bed.
He waited for me in the hallway of Lottie's door while
I covered her little sun-kissed body with warm blankets.
I returned to the kitchen, listening to the rest of the Lego stories.
I made a point to look at him in his eyes while he spoke to me
so he knew I was really listening.
I helped Nicholas with a bowl (or two) of cereal, promising
I'd head to the store first thing in the morning.
Then I talked Jane into waiting to bake tomorrow, and lastly,
I told Claire it was too late for friends, promising
she could have them over for an afternoon swim tomorrow.
Thank goodness for tomorrow!
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