When I came home from work last night I exchanged the usual info about the day’s going ons with the kids. It’s a pretty quick exchange.
They’re two teens and a tween on school holidays and their days seem to involve sleeping in, “not much” and “I was just about to clean that up and you came home before I could do it”.
I talked a little about my day and must have said somewhere in there that I had to write my weekly newsletter, and I didn’t know what to say.
The night moved on and pretty soon we were arguing over the unfairness of the couch blanket length.
As I was drifting off later that night my 12-year-old came into my bedroom.