Today's Monday. And like any other Mondays, it was a little more difficult to leave the house for work than any other day of the week. One reason is my kids (Khansa, 2 and Tristan, 1) are so used to having us (my husband and me) during the weekend and they don't want us to leave on Monday mornings.
This morning, my daughter woke up first and she came looking for me. I was in the bathroom. She asked me what I was doing. Then she came looking for her still fast asleep dad.
My son woke up when he heard his older sister shouted. Then he just climbed down from the bed (something he had just learned to do and has been doing a little too often lately) and joined her.
Soon they were up and around, singing and playing (my daughter just loves to sing, yet my son has not uttered a single complete comprehensive word yet.)
As I was powdering my face, my daughter told me to put on my lipstick (something I haven't done in a little while.) So I did. I laughed at the irony. My two-something daughter told me to wear lipstick just like I told her the other day to put on her sandals.
As I was leaving (my husband left the house before I did, leaving the gruesome last goodbye all to me), my daughter wanted to give me a ride to the office. I asked her to stay home and take care of her little brother. That didn't work. I asked her to stay and watch the house while I was away. Nope, that didn't work either. Finally, I told her that she could watch her favorite Cinderella story. Almost worked but...I really had to leave, so I left anyway. When I was almost out of sight, my son came out of the house and watched with his usual melancholic stare as I waved goodbye. That was it! I left the house successfully, meaning none of my kids was crying.
What a morning!
Time Waits for No One
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