It is absolutely time for my husband to come home. I contemplated, quite seriously, climbing under my desk next to my floor heater and pretending I wasn’t here. Or maybe just staring at my feet with my head on the edge of my desk?
Work has been busy. In our current economic climate (regional – i.e. Agriculture), no room to be negative if we are busy! Kids are kids are kids – healthy, energetic, creative. All good things, right? Can’t complain. Won’t complain.
As I was sitting for a moment on the couch after work yesterday, trying to simply and quietly beat back the dull throb I’d been fighting all day, my son asked if we could make up our own scavenger hunt. It was raining. Headache. Non-stop stuff all day. Really?
I started to say “Let’s do it later…” but stopped and said “Sure. Go get some post-it notes and a pen.”
An indoor scavenger hunt wasn’t going to make my headache worse. He picked a small Hot Wheels truck to be the prize at the end and hid it under the napkin holder basket on the kitchen island.
We then proceeded to write clues for his sister to follow. He offered to read them because she is only 4.
- Look up and down. Which floor is it on? Which direction is the sky? — Up (Upstairs)
- I feel tired. Walk 20 steps in the direction where you go when you sleep. (Bedroom)
- It’s so cold in here! Go where you can keep warm! (Fireplace)
- This walking is making me hungry. Where can I get a snack? (Pantry)
- I made a mess. I’d better get the tool that sucks up crumbs. (Vacuum)
- Walk 4 steps forward to get closer to the end. (put her by the kitchen table)
- I’m thirsty! I’d better get a drink of milk. (Refrigerator)
- Walk 9 steps forward. It’s on the counter. The prize has wheels.
Of course, he didn’t let her keep his truck… but this was good for 10 minutes entertainment!
I love watching them work together. They will grow to be such a wonderful brother-sister team (crossing my fingers). I treasure these idyllic moments.
I won’t paint my family as perfect. Sheesh. Far from it. This morning, they got in a fight while brushing teeth that devolved into toe stomping, pushing, and eventually my daughter went “Cujo” on her brother.
We were running late to get to the sitter’s (no school today). I was on the phone with a customer because for some reason, I answered the business phone 30 minutes before we actually open for business. *Silly me. Lesson learned* As I was discussing the details of a potential sale, they could be heard screaming, sobbing, and pursuing “justice.”
T- minus 24 hours… but who’s counting???
Much Love — Jen