Last night, I stretched sleepily and announced to Gary and the kids, “I better head to bed.”
All of them looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language from a mutated second head, and asked me incredulously, “Why?”
I reminded them that I had to go to work the next day, even though Gary was off with the kids, to which Wolverine quickly replied, “Aw, just call in sick.”
Oh, how tempting. I explained the project I had to work on, which failed to impress anyone, as they were already plotting ways to make me stay home from work, like a midnight covert operation to steal my alarm clock, hiding my car keys, and Gary’s favorite, blunt force trauma to my head so I slept in too late to go to work.
Wolverine followed me as I set the alarm clock and got everything ready for work the next day. He looked at me with big, green eyes and told me, “We want you to stay home with us tomorrow, not go to work.”
Damnit, damnit, damnit. I really did have a big project to work on today, and it was hard as hell to walk out the front door this morning. As soon as I got to work, it was hectic and aggravating, too much to get done in one day but expected to be done yesterday, and I kept wishing I was at home with Gary and the kids.
I was poring over stacks of paper and fending off copy machine hogs when I was paged to come to the lobby. Great, I thought, some stupid question about a delivery or supplies or some other random task that falls to me out of default because no one else knows what the hell to do.
When I opened the door to the lobby, I saw Gary first, then the halo of giggling blonde heads circling him, waiting for me. It was an instant burst of sunlight into the day. They were there to surprise me and take me to lunch.
I showed the kids my desk and all the pictures on my bookshelves. While Sunflower busied herself adding tasks to the to-do list I keep next to my computer, and crossing off items I actually had not completed yet, Bear surveyed the wayward stacks of medical supplies in my office and asked, “Why do you work in the basement?”
I laughed. That is what it feels like sometimes! We are transitioning, moving, and making so many changes that my office (and many others) have been converted into psuedo-storerooms until final decisions are made. I told him, “Well, until we finish moving things around, this stays a big old mess.”
His eyes grew wide. “And you’re okay?”
I didn’t know what he meant at first, then he explained, “But you like things neat.”
I turn my back on the mess and just keep my desk extra-organized to compensate!
Lunch was great, and the kids drew pictures while we waited for our food. I can’t help but notice people glancing over at us and watching us when we are out, especially Gary and the kids, since they just look so happy together. Their laughter is infectious, and it’s hard not to smile when they are together.
Twenty more minutes, and I am flipping off this computer, locking up, and tearing out of here to get home. I have a surprise for them now: today I told the boss I am taking Monday off to be with my family.
*”Love” image courtesy of photobucket*