SuperTween: “*Hey, Mom. Do you know how people dressed in the *80′s?”
*My children think my name is HeyMom. I’m Stacee Jaxx’s monkey.
*They also think I have only existed exactly as I look, dress and behave at this moment in time.
I left town for one weekend and returned to a lawn as tall as my waist, every dish in the house dirty, a dead dryer, an attitudinal SuperTween and a heartbroken Sawyer because, “Mommies are supposed to be at home.” I’m not sure if I should travel more often or less often.
Me: “I think we should take the temporary room down tonight and have a clean living room for the weekend. I really miss my window.”
SuperTween: “Nooo! That’s our indoor playhouse. It has to stay up until summer.”
Sawyer: “Tear it down! Tear it down so Daddy can use the wood on my treehouse this weekend.”
Grandaddy: “You have a nice greenhouse here. You could grow tomato plants in the big window.”
“I will see you in a few hours.”
“Actually, I looked at the clock when I went in your room last night and it was 3. From now on, I’ll go to your bed at 3.”
“I will see you at 3.”
“You’re getting better at this.”