When I found out the kids would be with us this entire week, I thought a lot about whether I should take this week off or just go to work. I decided to work part of the week and let Gary and the kids have some time by themselves.
As I was getting ready to head to bed early Sunday night, Wolverine asked his dad why I was going to bed so early. Gary told him, “She has to work tomorrow,” and Wolverine grumbled, “Well, that’s stupid that she has to work.”
I live so close to where I work, I just came home for lunch Monday afternoon. As I neared our house, I spotted bright pink pants dashing through our front yard as Sunflower chased Bear, and Dove was lounging on the front steps with her toy computer, gesturing decisively with her hands in her imaginary, very important, corporate meeting on the front step. She looked up as I pulled into the driveway, gave me a big smile, and waved.
Before I could open the car door, Bear ran over and opened it for me. He held out his hand to help me out of the car like a gentleman, then asked me in an exaggerated fake accent why I was parking in their driveway.
“I have an appointment with Mr. Daddy,” I told him in my own ridiculous British accent.
“Ah!” He held out his arm. “Right this way.” We walked to the door together, where Gary was waiting to say hi and hug me hello.
I could tell they had been having a blast that morning. All of them were laughing, silly, happy. I love watching them when they are in that mood; it is infectious, and you can’t help but want to join in, crack a joke, and get hyper right along with them.
By the time my lunch break was over, I was seriously questioning why I didn’t just ask for this entire week off. I’ve racked up time off and easily could have done it. It was really hard to go back to work, and actually I was late getting back because every time I started to leave, either Gary or one of the kids came back over to hug me one more time.
It was a good reason to be late getting back to work. As I settled back into my office, I glanced at the kids’ framed pictures and a drawing with my name written in careful cursive writing that is taped near my monitor, so I can always see it. I had to smile…then quickly checked the clock to see how many more hours before I could head back home.