Monday, June 15, 2009
As Oliver got into The Husband's car this morning to go to school, he shouted,
Just wait until I get home later, Mom. There's going to be a holy mess. I'm setting up the armies, the Indians and the cowboys. There's going to be a war!
Henry climbed in the car and blew me a kiss. He had on skintight jeans with a hole in the knee and a tie-dyed polo shirt. He was reading a book as he got in.
The Husband helped Sophie into the car. She looked bewildered this morning, rushed into breakfast and dressed. She had slept most of the day, yesterday, probably going through what one of my blogger friends calls "restructuring."
They drove away and I went back inside.