Saturday Afternoon

My husband was in the living room jumping up and down and waving his arms and yelling at the Arsenal soccer game while the girls were in the kitchen cooking and after a while I went out there and told him not unkindly that he had an obligation not to embarrass his children and he looked up from the game and said not unkindly go away. So then I went into the kitchen where the party preparations were in full swing and I hovered over a plate of breaded mozzarella sticks that the girls had been struggling to get to work earlier and then I saw those chocolate salted caramel cupcakes my girl makes and I reached for one and she said not unkindly mom please no, there are only twenty of them and none to spare. And I saw myself for a moment and I was definitely embarrassing and so I took my own advice and my husband's too and I went away. Now the girls are in the kitchen singing along to some song I don't know but which sounds as if you need to strut one hip and wave your arms in the air and I am off to my regular Saturday meeting which I definitely need today.