Yesterday, we were at an indoor playground for the latter part of the day. “Daddy should be leaving work soon! Let’s have him meet us here?” I missed my husband dearly. Having him there to help me load and unload 2 kids at dinner time after a long day didn’t even cross my mind. But by the time he got to us, it was already almost 6 O’clock, and Zachary was beyond hungry. Thank God I packed grapes for the car! Steve buckled him in while I secured Isabelle and our two cars joined the other 4 million vehicles going 5 mph. I love Los Angeles at 6 O’clock, and every other O’clock for that matter. Within seconds, Zachary started screaming and crying for grapes and I could find them nowhere in the car. I called Steve.
Me – “Um…where is the bag of grapes I handed you to give Zachary?”
Steve -“I have them in my car. Why? Does he want them?”
Me – “What? I can’t hear you. He’s screaming for grapes.”
At the next light, I pulled up beside Steve and he skillfully tossed the bag across his passenger seat into my driver’s side window just before the light turned green. Disaster averted. I would love to go on to tell you about the cop who pulled us over for dealing drugs, but I vowed to tell the truth, so I will wait a few months before making stories better.
In summary, for the nutritional well being of my children, if not just for my own sanity, I really should plan on being home by 4:30 to prepare a healthy dinner. Perhaps, also donned in an apron while the kids quietly play with wooden blocks, listening to Chopin to enhance cognitive skills. I’ll put that on my list of goals for tomorrow.
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