Bright
We had rain all day. All day. The weather was not bright.
What was bright? A birthday party at, oh my, the jumping party zone... {I know, don't ask... and, no, I'm not kidding}. The boys love it. Two hours of high energy jumping, bright colors, and lots of sugar. All smiles.
After which we marathon our way directly to speech therapy. More brightness. Boo eagerly plays and interacts with an attentive listener while Tukes gets candy {ack, more sugar} from Miss Jean, age 79, the sweetest receptionist in the world. Miss Jean and I visit... she always takes an interest in my handwork.
Out into the rain we go, again. {What is it with little boys and puddles?} Home... that is always a bright spot.
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Meltdown City... we have arrived. Too much stimulation and sugar, the jumping party zone drained all energy reserves. There was no nap today for the toddler... he rolls on the floor in the hallway and wails. There are some tears shed over homework.
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Calm
I dry the tears and we read a stack of books in the glow of the Christmas tree lights. We're cuddled together on the couch, warm and relaxed, still and calm.
The professor has an evening meeting. I proceed with:
Early dinner.
Early baths.
A few more books.
Early bedtime. {Sleep in heavenly peace, little ones.}
All is calm.
The house is still. The bright lights from the tree beckon me. I will pick up my embroidery and work on my W while I wait for my husband to come home. He will track wet leaves on the kitchen floor just as we did earlier. No matter...
All is calm. All is bright.
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