Once in a while, Daddy takes the helm on the homefront for the day so I can be foot-loose and fancy-free! On days like this I might slip into my cute brown dress, spend extra time on my hair, add a little jewelry, and off I go. Alone. Gloriously alone. I listen to Nora Jones as I wheel about town, stopping whenever and wherever I have the notion, just to have a look. Some thrift stores and fabric shops are usually on my route, lunch (if I remember to stop and eat!), and an hour or so at the bookstore, sipping a latte. It's good for me.
Now, speaking of latte, this is what I found on the counter when I arrived home to a quite house (the boys and their Daddy were off on their own jaunt by then).
People, it looks like I wasn't the only one who had a latte. Hmmm. Four cups. Four men in my life. Now, I don't know about you, but that looks an awful lot like coffee swirls in the bottom of those cups. I'm sure of it.
And, I think I know how it happened. I think that after some rough man stuff, like, wrestling, pillow fights, hide-and-go-chase, and maybe a little football outside, they all came in to catch their breath, sit around the table, and shoot the breeze over a cuppa joe. My four guys shootin' the breeze over a cuppa joe?! My 8, 6, and 4 yearolds shootin' the breeze over a cuppa joe with their Daddy?
What can I say? Only one thing.
Keep it up, guys. It's good for you.
