Happy at home

I’ve been in a crappy mood all day. Not really much reason, except for the dreary weather, and a lack of sleep, the snotty remainders of a rather bad cold, and an unpleasant amount of work foisted on me at the last minute. I’ve been feeling that “curl up in a ball and lick your wounds” kind of blue – without any real wounds worth licking – for most of the day.

But as soon as I walked through the door at the end of the workday, and peeled off my work clothes for a t-shirt and jeans, and was greeted by the dervishes of energy that are my boys, I started to feel better.

They’re gifts, my boys and my husband. I’m so very lucky to have all this waiting for me at the end of a long day.

Simon and I went to pick up some pizza, and it poured rain. We got soaked, along with the pizza, just getting in and out of the car – and yet my mood was brighter than it was all day. I found the energy to do the laundry I’d been ignoring since the weekend after dinner, and I played with the boys for a little while. Simple pleasures.

Beloved gave the boys a bath, and is reading a few last books to Tristan before we settle down for a night of finale TV, but I wanted to steal this last moment to share a moment with you.

The boys were brushing their teeth before bed, and as they do every night, they clamoured first for a drink of water, and then for their “Bob lipstick” – a Bob the Builder chapstick. Every night, they ask for it – my preschoolers are addicted to chapstick.

(Of course, you can’t apply it for them, and god help you if you actually take the cap off the Bob Lipstick before you give it to Simon.)

Freshly bathed, brushed, watered and lipsticked (!), Simon was saying goodnight to Beloved.

Beloved: Nighty-night Simon. Can I have a goodnight hug and
kiss?

Simon, turning his head to the side: Kiss my cheek! Don’t kiss
my Bob Lipstick, kiss my cheek!

Don’t look at me, I don’t know where he gets it from…

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