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.
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.
“Mum? Mum?” she half whispered, half yelled (which is a skill).
“Yeah?” I was warm and comfy and hoping the toilet hadn’t overflown, or the dog we are minding hadn’t had another “accident” on the carpet or we hadn’t run out of toothpaste or… my list is actually endless.
“I’ve written down some ideas for you” (BTW: my husband can sleep through a multitude of night conversations. Again, another skill a family member of mine has).