Thursday's are for rest and recovery around here. Fenner goes off to daycare for some respite from me and Marlowe, and Marlowe sleeps for hours on end. Me? I spend the day weaving, drinking coffee and sleeping as well.
It has been a luxury that will be ending at the end of next week but instead of unpacking this morning's calm weaving and coffee drinking. I am going to reminisce about one of my favourite childhood memories.
Sprinklers on a shit ass hot day. You know the hot day when parents are humming they are so crabby? And there is a sprinkler on the way home from school and everyone including your batshit crazy Mom goes through it like it's a portal to civility?
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.