It was so lovely to get your call this evening from France, which is the latest stop in your two-week world tour. It was good timing, too, because I had actually gotten in the door from swimming lessons, Benjamin’s podiatrist appointment, and picking up Zach from his friend’s house. I had even unpacked some of the containers from their lunch boxes, although I hadn’t yet cleaned them, and Zach had already stormed upstairs after fighting with his brother. Benjamin had also already hit Lilah and torn Zach’s book, so we were ahead of schedule for the evening.
I’m sorry I couldn’t talk right away. The school OT suggested at our meeting last week that I work with Benjamin one-on-one on handwriting, which I guess you gathered when you heard me saying, “start at the top” and “now, how do you form an A?” I’d have loved to have talked after that, even though I did have to empty out the swimming bags, shove the leftovers in the oven, and hang the coats that the kids can’t hang ever since the hook rack fell down in the closet three months ago, but then Lilah called me upstairs.
Let’s just say there was something I had to clean up. In the bathroom. Completely obviating the benefit I gained from showering her after swimming lessons.
The kids asked that you bring back French coins. Feel free to acquire those coins as change while purchasing me a nice bottle of wine.
The Quivering Mass of Flesh Formerly Known as Your Wife