remains of the day

it's 5:30 p.m. on a friday. i wake up from a fabulously uninterruped nap. the house is quiet. my oldest son walks in, shirtless, looking more and more like a young man.

can i make some soup? he asks.

yes, i mumble. loving that he is willing and able to cook for himself. and knowing that half of his wanting to do so has to do with the fact that he knows i do not enjoy it. he just does it to be nice. he's a gem.

but where's little brother?

today the students had valentine's day parties at school. someone very quickly and quietly disappeared upstairs with the loot. let's just say, a lot can happen in two hours while a mom is sleeping......



do you see the black trashcan? i didn't know if it was for an "emergency" or for candy wrappers. do you see the sleeping child? his sugar rush must have taken him so high that he landed with a thud on that sofa.

oh, fun. we shall resume our talks on moderation tomorrow.....