Do you ever have those days where you feel like you've done nothing, but not a good, relaxing nothing? That's how I felt today: Slow and stagnant like the hot and stuffy weather. Yet, when I list out the things that I did, I see that it really was a quality day, albeit low key, spent with family. Husband and I had a leisurely coffee in bed after waking up. I took Juniorette to the flea market where we drank large frozen lemonades in the hot sun. Later, we made drawstring bags with Junior and read to him. They played school and Barbies (remember Junior's Ken doll that he named Jesus, or did I not mention that?) and Husband and I hung out. We made a curry for dinner and then cut up a bunch of strawberries and sprinkled sugar on top, the perfect dessert for a hot summer night. I sent Husband out to play golf for the evening. Did some knitting, and some tidying up.
I'll omit the part where Junior phoned four people on my cell phone, peed on the floor by my fabric, refused to brush his teeth, dismantled my ear buds and threw his sister's favorite stuffed animal into the garbage. He had a really hard night after Husband busted him for sneaking a lollipop and then lying about it. Try teaching a three year old the difference between lying and telling the truth over a Tootsie Pop. Cut your losses, Honey - I'm sure five minutes in the Naughty Chair was worth every last lick of that confection.
Before bed I read Betsy and Tacey to Juniorette, which I also loved when I was young. The sounds of crickets and the ceiling fan were a pleasant backdrop to the summer night but Junior couldn't sleep and asked me to come snuggle with him. We both fell asleep in the sticky hot air, his head in the crook of my arm, the Buzz Lightyear reading light still on and attached to Goodnight Moon. A quality day, as much for its banality as its small joys.