The husband performed admirably in my stead. I left the camera behind, as strange as that was for me, so he could document the big day. Though I noticed two things in the photos. In the first, you get a feel for how messy our house currently is…what with the prone bodies of Playmobil people strewn about, as well as random socks, shoes, hats, mail and videos littering the floor. Forget the white glove test, we’re lucky if there’s an open walkway through the living room/romper room. In the second photo our excessively bundled up little man looks like he’s heading off on an expedition to the antarctic, with an aura of grim determination about him. The boy next to him looks like he’s dressed for a cool spring day, and trying to figure out why this strange man is taking his picture. It likely would have been worse with the little man’s overenthusiastic mom on board. I would’ve been trying to snap off a couple dozen shots. The husband told me he had to rush as it was, as it was obvious the driver wanted to get on with their route. Don’t mess with the schedule, I guess. When I returned from work last night the little man greeted me like I was some sort of super star and demanded that I pick him up (which I did, though it won’t be long before he’s picking me up). I asked him about his afternoon at school, but he excitedly expounded about the school bus and the school bus only. The husband’s theory is that he didn’t really go to school, but was taken for a very long ride. But the teacher wrote in the notebook (which we will be passing back and forth via the little man’s backpack) that he’d had a lovely afternoon and even made a friend. I’m glad the afternoon went well for all of us, but it was good to be home. The husband and I whipped up one of our wintertime comfort meals, batter-fried chicken-style seitan, with mashed potatoes and gravy, and veggies. And we were all ready to pass out early. The little man wanted to take his evening bath at 6pm, and I was ready for bed by 8 (but held out until 10 or so). Hopefully the new routine will kick our asses a little less with each passing day.
