I love having a daughter. She is sassy and she follows me into the bathroom despite my pleas for privacy, but, oh, she delights me. Shopping alongside her at Target was so fun tonight. She likes to browse, going up and down the aisles, crying out, “Oh, isn’t this cute?” and examining various toys. She is so unlike the boys that I cannot believe the difference.
When drag the boys into a store, they bicker and put each other in headlocks and cause me great misery. To this day, I avoid taking them shopping with me. But I can tell that shopping with my daughter will be fun. She understands the rhythm and pace of browsing. All I need to do is teach her about “Clearance” stickers and we’ll be all set.
Tomorrow I have to work: eight hours broken into three shifts. I will fit into my day parade-watching (two kids will be in the parade with my husband) and fireworks viewing (at 10:00 p.m. because it stays light so late at our latitude). I suspect my husband will take the younger kids to the pool after the parade. We’ll see. I hate that I will be working, but love that I will be earning time and a half.
And I know! I need to tell the story of the slides, but not tonight. (I am such a tease.)