Monday night the kids slept at my Dad’s house, like I said Mr. G. and I got up at 4.30 am for his surgery. We arrived back home at 1ish, and I kept busy until about 4 when it was time to get the kids.
I should have napped.
By 5pm I was shivering and everyone needed me. Mr. G. is ridiculously self sufficient, but he shouldn’t be so there was a lot of “Honey, let me help you please.” And then the kids had homework and wanted to chat, and generally wanted to be part of a normal family.
Last night for dinner I cut up a cucumber, and four red peppers. I put them on a big plate in the middle of the table and called it salad. Then I popped two CPK thin crust pepperoni pizzas in the oven, and set the table with paper plates and paper napkins. We do not use paper napkins for meals. Ever.
I called the kids down for dinner and Alexander stood slackjawed at the head of the table.
There’s been a revolution in the Gottlieb home. He declared. And I like it.