Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Today was a blast. A blast of fun, arguments between sisters, peanut butter and jelly, and swimming x 2. Jake stayed late at work again tonight which is becoming quite normal, so when six p.m. comes, it hits hard. Right in the gut. Because there are all these girls with quivering lips who have eaten dinner but are not ready for bed yet. And they all need me, or so I think, until I pick them up and they're still whining and wallowing in the misery it is to be four! years! old!, or almost! one!
It's a delicate time of day.
Injuries start to multiply and part of me wants to just let them kill each other but at the last second I decide I like having them around. Besides, if Jake came home to limp bodies lying all over the floor he may start to question my judgement. And I'll say, "if only you would have come home on time"...