week's end



It's a sleepover night in our house where each of the kids have a guest.  I'm in bed ripping Cd's from the library while they watch a movie and stuff themselves with popcorn.  I've got the best of Sam Cooke, the essential Carole King, Missy Higgins and the Walkmen - it's an unusual mix- but all me. 

I do love that it's the end of the week and am especially looking forward to the extra day to come at the tail of this weekend to draw it out. Fridays though usually kill me and tonight is no exception. What I wouldn't give for just a hot bath and to let myself fall asleep with my book in hand. But the kids need to settle before I do or Kevin needs to come home and I don't know what will happen first. My love sent flowers to the office on Valentine's day - a romantic gesture of the utmost kind.  I have one of the white roses at my bedside, the one which broke away from the bouquet when the kids excitedly took it from me, and I'm reminded that flowers really are such a lovely indulgence.

One of the Cd's is skipping and someone is calling for a drink of water after the salty popcorn. I'm off to convince the boys it's bedtime.

house love



Apparently donuts and cinnabuns are pretty high on the list of things my children love. We encountered this installation while cruising Queen Street West in Toronto on the weekend. A little weekend get away courtesy of Kevin where we dined at an old haunt, watched the kids swim in the hotel pool and spent a long time wandering the stacks in the bookstore.

We came home on Sunday to the house which is on the top of my love list.  We have done very little and yet it is slowly coming together or perhaps it is me that is simply feeling more at home. Court's book shelves and pictures were finally hung in his room and I found a spot for the Shanna Murray decal I have coveted for some time. I like to think of the kids and Kevin falling into the house from the after school pick up and stomping the snow off their boots and reading the little love note. I try not to think about how much I wish I was the one waiting outside the school to get the big hug from Charlotte and to see Courtland cooly ignore me as he runs off with his friends. I am still at my desk at that time although it will be only an hour later that I will find myself home and for that I am grateful. The light still in the sky as I stomp the snow off of my boots and I hear Court yell Mommy's home.






I thought I had a mullet

I woke up this morning all sweaty after a dream where I got my hair cut and it was a mullet. The back was all thinned out and kind of tail like. Yuck. But you know in my dream I really tried to love it, to not think it was a big deal, to accept the change...so much like me in real life.

I am taking a ballet class tonight. Yikes. My first since my University days where I finally gave it up because it was early on a Saturday morning and lets face it what freshman wants to get up early on a Saturday and into a leotard? Yup. Not this one.

And the weather. Oh my goodness it was like spring yesterday as I walked home from work and just the day before I had snowmen in my yard.