I write in bed and she chills beside me, maybe with a book or my iPhone. I get dressed so that we can stop by Starbucks and Target where I'll try on sunglasses and feel every size 5T pant, finding two soft-no-tag pair that might be tight enough in the waist and long enough in length. A certain almost-six-year-old will have to try them on when he gets home from school. If he approves, I'll buy every color they have.
Tonight I might get them McDonald's for dinner, because Gray's birthday is this week and he's been asking for a Happy Meal for weeks now. And also I don't want to add any more dishes to the sink. Jeff works late, I'll barely get everything crossed off on my checklist, scraping the bottom of a deadline or three, but they get done. They always do.
- (an early) just write