friday night
Zack and I pick up Lexi from Girl Scouts and stop for gas and fudgesicles, the essentials for the weekend ahead. We are all tired after a busy week; ready for bed, missing Greg. Lexi talks about the alligator she rode earlier in the day at a school assembly - it is a welcome break from hearing about her hair. Zack asks Lexi what she did at Scouts and the fabric that holds our world together begins to unravel.
Zack begins to cry, because he can't ride horses at horse camp with us.
Lexi begins to cry, because she can't ride alligators everyday.
And I hold it together, but wonder, briefly, what it would be like to ride off into the sunset.
The fantasy gets me through bedtime, when I can get some sleep and start over again.
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Zack begins to cry, because he can't ride horses at horse camp with us.
Lexi begins to cry, because she can't ride alligators everyday.
And I hold it together, but wonder, briefly, what it would be like to ride off into the sunset.
The fantasy gets me through bedtime, when I can get some sleep and start over again.
tears fatigue motherhood kids alligators scouts
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Comments
Funny, I so do not want to ride alligators or horses. Ever.
"Whatever doesn't kill you, weakens you and eventually kills you."
That was a Chicken Family Mantra moment.
And I did wish I had an adult present, especially the other parent adult present, to capture these precious moments with me.
;)