When Don gets home from work, I'm supposed to get a little break from playing super mommy all day. Don takes William on a run (thank you, Bob the jogging stroller) or plays with him in the living room and I dive onto the bed in the sewing/painting/editing photos/guest room and sink into the pillows and read a magazine and soak up the setting sunlight.
But most times, the playing cannot be restricted to the living room or outside. After only five minutes, it found me tonight.
|Just me, reading my Southern Living and fantasizing about painting the guest room bright coral.|
|Here they come.|
|They just look like trouble, don't they?|
|Goodbye, Southern Living. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?|