Time-lapse Friday
- Wake, sort of
- Sheets pulling me back under like water lapping at a drowning man.
- Pillows at least a half-mile deep.
- Sunrise, walking the dogs, orange light, dewy grass
- Note that the dogs have gotten into a diaper somewhere, visual data from their droppings
- Shower, warm, borderline hot, needling; and smelling ever so slightly of mold
- Mental note to confer with property management agent.
- Kids, where the hell are the kids? Bed, a yes, awake but not in trouble.
- Shave, note blade slightly rusty... slightly? It is or it isn't. It is. Must find replacements in box somewhere.
- Coffee, java, espresso... life. Christopher Bean Tiramisu beans. Hot steam under pressure, voila.
- Kids, where the hell are the kids? Ah, breakfast table, eating cereal, mostly neatly.
- PC to check traffic for wife's commute. Suggest alternate route. Avoid congestion = faster = happy.
- Sausage. Squished medallions of porcine yumminess emitting greasy smoke. Crisp and unburned.
- Kids, where the hell have I put the kids? Oh, TV, Noggin, to make smart kids who are active, by sitting on their asses. Actually very active today. Lots of play in the dogs crates. The pups yield the field with valor.
- Drag pool off patio into yard. Do battle with insects of extraordinary size. Extend hose. Fill pool.
- Cuppy and a nap in crib for youngest.
- Eldest spots pool. Much whining.
- Eldest changed into swimsuit. Much splashing.
- Sunny. Warm. Chair. Footrest. Backyard. Pool. Daughter giggle. Tanning. Beer.
- Where the hell are the kids? Ah, lunch. Dry one off, dress, table, peanut butter toast in the face. Wake other up, dry off bum, change diaper, reapply clothes, table/high-chair, peanut butter toast, on the face and the hair, and the floor, to the puppies.
- Pool, splashing, two daughters giggling, warm, sun, chair, footrest, tanning, beer.
- Tired tantrums. Nap for one. Quiet puzzle time for two. Microwave, processed-cheese on tortilla chip rounds Nachos for me. Lookie, BBC America, and Discovery Science Channel and way too many others to ever flip through.
- PC time with the eldest. Lots of Nick, Jr games.
- Checking on wife's commute home, suggest alternate route, ignored.
- Wife stuck in traffic, finally aborts and attempts suggested route.
- Dinner, sirloin tip under the broiler, finished with blue cheese, bovine bliss.
- Music and dancing and craziness on the coffee table and lots of shoulder rides and tummy-floor-swing-rocker rides.
- Kids asleep, nightlights on. Grown-ups on the patio with matches and marble, and green faeries dancing with the fireflies in the treeline down the hill along the creek.
- Sweet tea and vodka.
- Marital aerobics.
- Oblivion.
Comments
Sounds like a good day was had by all. Except for that commute.