Gentle reminder

Morning is a tough time for us. Tom takes the kids until 9am, and until then, I scurry around like a crazy person and try to pack eight hours worth of work into about 98 minutes. Then there’s the hand-off, where I take over the kids, inevitably 5-10 minutes late, followed by Tom making a mad dash to get on with his day. All in all, it is no Cleaver scenario and involves lots of whooshing around at lightning speed and mild cursing under one’s breath.

Wednesdays are even worse, because it’s Tumblebees day, and we need to get out the door by 8:30am.

Today in the midst of a mad flurry of packing snacks and putting on shoes, Neko looked at Tom and yelled, “Dad, STOP!”

We turned around to see what the emergency was.

“Dad, you need to give Mom a hug. And a kiss.”

And after she was satisfied to see her parents stop and take a moment for what she clearly thought most pressing business, she trotted off to resume her day.