I know I’ve trained you all to NOT ask me if things are back to normal or how reconstruction is going. And I appreciate that. But I know you want to know. So. It’s going like this:
Flora: Oh, look, there’s one of the workers!
Sean: I don’t think we should call them workers. That suggests they actually, you know, work.
Cinder: We should call them the guys who come into our unit every once in a while and look around.
Flora: That’s not fair. Sometimes, they also smoke in our driveway.
And there you have it. That’s better than what Ender and his mother call them. Did you catch that, beloved, in my running away story? Go look.
Flora: Ender’s so cute when he’s sleeping… and not demanding stuff!
Yup. Flora and I drink in that peaceful cherubic face… and magically, it blots out the trauma of the tantrum he threw when he found out that he could not share that chocolate croissant all by himself…
Cinder: Mom? Are you running the ‘Who’s the most annoying child?’ contest today?
Jane: Um… well, no, I wasn’t planning on it… Why?
Cinder: Too bad. If you were, I think I just won. Want to know what I did?
Jane: No. No. Not even a little bit.
Flora: Mom! Where is my iPad?
Jane: On your bed, under the rainbow pillow.
Ender: Mooooooom! I can’t find my shark-car. Have you seen my shark-car?
Jane: In the bathtub, under the blue washcloth.
Cinder: Where is my Calvin & Hobbes book? Mom! Where is…
Jane: On the landing, under your snowpants!
Sean: Jaaaane! Have you seen my phone?
Jane: Under the couch…
Wait. I see the pattern. I am going to break it.
Flora: Mom? Where is…
Jane: I don’t know.
Jane: Don’t know.
Cinder: Mom, I can’t find…
Jane: Not a clue.
Sean: Jane, have you seen…
Jane: Nope. Don’t. Know.
Will it work? Fingers crossed.
Next week: a meditation on guilt and gratitude. And the week after… oh, that one, I really can’t wait for you to read. Do you “just want your kids to be happy?” Let that marinate in the back of your head for the next two weeks, and then you can read me explain why I don’t…
P.S. My very brilliant friend Katia wrote this amazing piece last week on fighting in front of children: Forgive Me For Stomping All Over Your Victory. Highly recommended, insightful piece.
P.P.S. Yes, we have the plague right now. Three down. Two to go. But it’s only Wednesday…