We are a family that goes. We go. All of us, all the time. My husband has a stupid long commute. My kids are crazy active and they have never been able to stay in the house well. I also don’t stay in the house well.
This morning we had a play date with a neighbor we had not seen in a while. My friend and I walked around the school while our kids biked and played. It was nice. As we walked I realized I love my neighborhood even more with each passing year. My neighbors are a true multicultural bunch I love the similarities in the human condition that connects us in some basic way that can’t be denied and allows us to be friends.
I let my husband sleep in and he was still asleep when I returned at 11:30am. He needed it and I was so glad to find him asleep when I got home and not working or mowing. I showered and put my PJ’s on because we were not leaving the house. The sky was cloudy and it has been spitting rain all day. We are working on cooking for Aaron so that I have safe food for him so that at times I can be lazy about cooking three full meals everyday. The boys have been working on puzzle games on the computer and watching movies. My husband and I are cooking allergen free stuff for Aaron but the kids keep wandering in asking for food and we have been feeding them this and that all afternoon. Friends on Facebook sent me links for fun songs and we are listening to music on the internet and talking about inconsequential things like the band House of Pain. No politics today, my husband is not yelling at the news in exasperation saying his usual, Jo, the world is fucked.
It is a perfect cloudy rainy afternoon and I am surrounded by the people I love most in the world. Life doesn’t get better than that.