Yesterday, as the time neared for us to leave to collect our gal, the above photo is the grim sight I saw. Poor wee Liam, laying on the floor, having lost his will to play. “Go get Pipe?,” he asked. “We still have 20 minutes buddy.” So he laid there on the floor, clutching his Matchbox car and thinking of his wretched life without his big sister to boss him around and teach him the correct way to do everything.
I’m sure we will eventually get into the habit of coming home, playing together, folding laundry, emptying the dishwasher and getting the other mundane chores out of the way. For now, we are both watching the clock, waiting to collect Piper and hear about her day.
Guilty confession: Can I just tell you how sad and happy I am that soon I will be dropping off TWO loony kiddos at school? Sweet mercy, what will I do with my mornings? My Mom told me that the first time she dropped us all off, she was sad for a fleeting moment, then she dusted herself off and grinned the whole way home. She spent her first morning cleaning her house. No thank you. My first morning of freedom will be spent hopefully meeting hub for breakfast, and then driving home to my jammies and my Kindle. Imagine the amount of reading that can be done with a free morning EVERY day? Sounds like bliss.
Until then, Liam and I will be forlorn and sad in the mornings until we rescue our Princess Piper from school. :)
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