Thursday, March 18, 2010

Tuckered Out

This is how we've all been feeling around here.

Between the home improvement craziness, a quick-hitting stomach bug (Do I look skinnier yet?), the crazy Nor'easter storm and that ridiculous springing forward nonsense, everybody's been dragging a bit. Especially me.

Luke loves all the construction workers hanging around our place. He follows them constantly, hoping to impress them with his toys and acrobatic skills. Yesterday, he flashed a prized dollar bill at one of the guys who promptly asked, "D'you work for that money?"

Luke got all shy, but I wanted to pipe in from the other room, "Of course, he earned it. We're trying to raise hard workers around here." I was anxious that he not think my kids lazy or entitled or spoiled.

The truth is, the guy was right, of course. Anything kids work for or wait for means more to them. Same with me.

And that's why, tonight, when the sun streamed into the backyard and the kids were all bouncing and laughing and nobody needed a jacket or shoes and Brad was grilling burgers with Monterey Jack and nobody was throwing up, I just sat back with a smile.

And enjoyed the sunset.


Rochelleht said...

Ah, it's finally getting to be spring here, too. I stained the fence today and I'm exhausted as well. Grace helped me and earned herself a valuable can of soda.

Annemarie said...

Glad you are all on the mend. Sunshine does help!

I want a burger with jack cheese now...

Tristan said...

Stomach bugs! Yuck! Glad everyone is better!

I love nights like those!

the wrath of khandrea said...

and you would be fully justified if someone PAID you for watching that sunset.

diane said...

And so begin the tween after school naps.

I love that chair.

Travelin'Oma said...

Jake looks like a teenager! So handsome! I always went for guys like him.

Lauren in GA said...

Perfectly put. (as always ☺)

Glad the stomach bug is over. We had it week before last and it was so vile...don't have to tell you twice, huh?

When Evan was little he followed the plumber around and called him, "The worker man." You brought back a memory for me because, he too, tried to show off his toys.

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