The first thing that happened this morning was I woke up at 6:30 thinking about worker compensation issues. This is good and bad; good because we just hired a cool new employee at Good Dog, and bad because it was 6:30 am on a Saturday and our kids hadn’t woken up yet. There can only be a handful of miraculous events for which the sole appropriate observation is sleeping through them, so you can see I missed a major opportunity today.
Just when things were looking grim for the start of this weekend, Honey popped into our room and asked, “What kind of tea would you like this morning?”
Now, I am fortunate enough to have a few friends who read this blog of mine, and some of them have kids who are younger than ours. It is to them that I say – I have a message for you from the future. Eight is great.
Eight is great. Eight is a number I do not h…wait! There’s more. She popped back a few minutes later and asked if she could please cut up a few pieces of fruit and put them on a platter for me. There were fine chopping and platter hand gestures involved. Feeling very much like the Queen of England, I replied that we would not be at all distressed if she were to slice some fruit for our royal personage.
Here’s what happened next:
Breakfast and knitting in bed. Things are definitely looking up.