Friday, January 7, 2011
My girl would then set up to do her homework at the kitchen counter while we cooked dinner—okay, while she cooked. She likes doing it more than I do. She was on her laptop at the counter, books and papers spread around her, the pot boiling with meatless chili or pasta and some delicious sauce behind her, while I was a few feet away on my laptop in the living room, adding up columns and columns of numbers for our audit next week. At some point we'd break for dinner. Later, we'd watch our taped shows, Top Chef, Modern Family, Gray's Anatomy, both of us wrapped in blankets. Eventually we would start to nod off, and then we would pad down the hallway trailing our blankets to get ready for bed. She slept next to me each night. Before turning out the lights we would carefully check and recheck our phone alarms since we were flying without a net this week, meaning my husband wasn't there to make sure we awoke on time. He does that for us every single day.
Speaking of flying, my husband and son are up in the air right now, on their way back to a city that is softly being blanketed by snow. I hope their plane lands before the worst of it. During the last snowstorm, all the airports closed down and flights were diverted everywhere. I hope their travel day is simpler than that. Excited to see them!