In the middle of the day one Thursday, I paused what I was doing to capture this:
(Bonus points if you know what song Eli’s singing.)
If anything captures the awesome, fleeting, beautiful, hilarious stage of life I’m in right now, it’s that video.
Eli goes to school Monday through Wednesday. On those days it is get-up-and-go, it’s school and sometimes work, it’s pick-ups and drop-offs, it’s dinner, and before you know it, it’s bedtime and the day has passed. On Wednesday nights I leave my family at bedtime and go to work. I spend hours unloading a truck. I get dirty and sweaty and stay up way past my bedtime.
And so on Thursdays, beat up from school and work and too many days in a row of having to wear pants, Eli and I have our day. Stop by at lunch and there’s a good chance we’re still in our pajamas.
Or maybe we’ve moved onto sparkly headbands.
If we play our cards right there isn’t anywhere to be, other than home. It leaves us plenty of time to practice our tricks.
It leaves us time to stop and smell the caterpillars.
Or time to roll around in shaving cream. (Eli, that is, not me. Don’t get yourselves all hot and bothered.)
Next year Eli will start kindergarten in public school and I will miss these Thursdays so much. And that is why, should you ask us to make plans on a Thursday? I will let you know that we are very, very, very much not busy. And that’s a weekly appointment I will keep as long as I can and treasure for the rest of my days.