When I woke Brennan up this morning, he sat up, gave me a happy, sleep smile and said, “it’s a mommy day today?” The boys call my days off ‘Mommy Days.” The days I get all three of them to myself.
My heart hurt a little when I broke it to Brennan that it’s Tuesday, so today isn’t a Mommy Day. Tuesdays are school days. Aidan walked into Brennan’s room and told him, “It’s okay, because just two days past yesterday and it’s a Mommy Day again.” Yes, my boy may be a math genius.
We enjoyed our Mommy Day yesterday. We swam the morning away. After naps, Aidan, Brennan and I headed out to soccer, while Griffin stayed home with Grandma JoJo. I was the stand in for Chris at soccer while he attended a golf tournament. It was my first soccer practice with Aidan, but I thought I did okay. I kicked. I dribbled. I became a Soccer Mom.
When we got home, Chris had already arrived and asked Aidan how it went at practice. Aidan declared that I did fine, but I’m not as good as Daddy. Apparently, Daddy runs a lot more and is a much better goalie. Whatever. I took them out for ice cream after so that should totally give me extra points in the great game of parenting. (My own desire for some chocolate peanut butter ice cream delectable goodness had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. It was purely for my children and their own enjoyment. I swear. Uh Huh. Mmmm, peanut butter.)
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