My husband brought my kids home for the weekend as a surprise Mother’s Day present. Well, a surprise with lead-up, as he told me they’d be coming yesterday morning so that I could have time to clean and shop.
He knows I like to nest.
The two of them, tall, grinning, sweet as sugar, arrived on my doorstep last night. When we were talking about weekend plans, I told them I’d just have to write a quick blog post this morning before any other adventures. My daughter said,
“Hop hop, clap clap.”
I had told them that upon hearing the news of their visit, I began to hop up and down clapping, saying, “My little pats of butter are coming home!” Then I ran through the house, clapping some more, pulling sheets from the beds and polishing mirrors. When they got here I hopped and clapped again.
We stayed up a while, sitting at the kitchen counter. I made them some dinner, we drank old red wine. Then we nestled into the living room for a few minutes. Eventually I went off to bed, only to emerge shortly and say, “Would you like me to tuck you in?” Someone answered, “Would you like to, Mama?” And I would, so I stood at the sink while they brushed their dear teeth. Then I my pulled up daughter’s sheets, kissed my son goodnight, and went back to bed.
Tea with my daughter this morning. My son and husband are still dozing.
Hop hop, clap clap, indeed. Have a wonderful weekend.