Work Hard, Play Hard

“What day is it?”

“Friday.”

“Woop! Woop! Know why I like Fridays?”

“Why?”

“Because tomorrow’s Saturday, then Sunday, then Monday, then Tuesday, then Wednesday, then Thursday, then Friday, then Saturday!”

Hmmm … decent logic, I guess.

While Puck spent Friday at school and Oxbear spent Friday at work, I got in my own education and labor by consulting back and forth about my book and adoption papers before leaving for the Big House to address podcast technical issues with Carrie-Bri.

Mom was dishing out the Easter chocolates early. Woe is me when chocolate makes an appearance. Meanwhile, Carrie was having her own issues with the powdered sugar donut holes.

“Hide these!” she demanded.

I slipped them onto Dad’s desk right before he entered a conference call. But not before Dad experienced his own encounter with the arrival of sugary Easter treats.

“Is this chocolate bunny real?”

“It is real,” Carrie told him. “Don’t touch it. … Dad!”

Puck dumped a load of backpack, lunch box, thermos, winter coat, hat, a variety of forgotten items he had brought to school earlier in the semester, and half a year’s worth of graded school papers on the floor outside the classroom. It was the end of the third quarter, and things were piling up. The other second grade class was passing down the hall early.

“Hi, Mrs. Silverspoon!” Violet called down the hall.

“Can you do a triple backflip?” one of her fellow classmates asked Mrs. V as they hustled by.

“Yes,” she replied, staring at him curiously, then turned to me. “The questions they ask!”

Fresh cold afternoon sunshine with Eddie before fish tacos (Eddie took a tortilla with him for the road) and “The Secret World of Arrietty” for my Big Guy before Oxbear returned early for a round of Minecraft and begged one more glass of ice cold milk before bed.

“Mom! I need a COLD REFRESHMENT!”

Doesn’t he just live the good life.