Friday began with a stomach ache of the worst kind
nerves so thick I couldn’t finish my coffee
eight years since I lead a classroom
convinced they’d call me Mrs. My Last Name and I wouldn’t turn around
Kindergarten sub, my daughter’s teacher for the day
puppets, songs, dance breaks,
days of the week, numbers on a grid
giggles at my squirrel puppet voice
then in one moment, neighbors chatting at my feet
so nervous until I saw them as
tiny people, Tooth Fairy believers
slipped back into it, knew what to do
it was so fun to teach Lucy, her pals
spend a recess at the perimeter.
so tired at the end, in need of a nap, a mocha
unaware of the order, ready for next week
me: substitute teacher, an older grade.
Luke spent week’s start better part
in sideways rain, twenty mph gusts with a head cold
put up lights at Memorial Park for town’s tree lighting
so, naturally at dark
on Friday for the countdown
we were late, nontheless
arrived to a spectacular glow in an old tree,
a children’s choir singing in Santa hats
hands, noses cold while we mingled around a closed street
until the ferry came,
street opened, impromptu dinner invite accepted
casserole, cookies, late night talks:
full with holiday cheer.
Saturday’s off island adventure
another island’s pool,
Mermaid School, Betty called it
a dive clinic
for our firstborn on the team
sisters stood, watched in awe
proud of their brave sister,
youngest of the deep water bunch
in and splash and out and in and splash and out
until tears, nerves gave way to
smiles, giggles, pride
we swam until the next ferry frame
snuck in a short dinner with an old island pal
bought our ticket, loaded without wait
a long day; a good day.
It’s mornings like Sunday
I know how much he loves me
I didn’t even hear the Barbie play laughter, three sister cheers for oatmeal, for hot chocolate
I slept until 10:40 am,
slipper shuffled the last stair
as he handed me a coffee.
We sat , sipped and refilled for an hour, talked to family far, near on the telephone.
By one, books on the sofa
I knit, he worked on our truck
by two, three girls were napping
a decision all on their own.
Up and moving by five,
power outage for him, dance party for them
dinner, cookies, pajama evening snuggles.
a lingering cold, out the door
made the most of a rainy, cold, pajama day
low and slow, just like we needed it to be.
as always, joining Amanda for Weekending.