My favorite time of day is 2pm.<\/p>\n
If you were to come over then, \u00a0you would find me sitting in the front room in Leina’s old nursing chair. \u00a0 The chair is angled toward the front window and affords me a perfect view down our cul-du-sac and across the street. \u00a0Right now, with the beautiful\u00a0autumn\u00a0weather, I’ll probably have the window raised up so the air will be fresh and breezy. \u00a0I’d have something in my hands: maybe my journal, a book I’m working my way through or my iPad.<\/p>\n
Two o’clock means school is letting out soon. \u00a0I have about fifteen or twenty minutes to myself before the kids arrive home. \u00a0I can sit and rock in my chair, read or swish my pad, and glance out the window waiting to see my girls appear. \u00a0I love to watch them trudge up the street. \u00a0You can tell so much from how they arrive. \u00a0Sometimes, they are heads together, chattering and I know they are in a good mood. \u00a0More often, one is ahead of the other. \u00a0Grumpy and hot. \u00a0Tired and hungry. \u00a0The door bangs open, the dag starts to bark like crazy, and in a few heartbeats, the house is strewn with school stuff. \u00a0It’s actually a scientifically\u00a0unexplained\u00a0phenomenon. \u00a0They walk in the door and by some unknowable force their bodies explode. \u00a0Shoes in one spot; twisted dirty socks in another. \u00a0Backpacks dumped on the floor, half open, a trail of crumpled papers that probably need to be returned, litter the carpet. \u00a0Lunch boxes are dropped in the kitchen for cleaning and the kids begin moaning about how they are hot\/starving\/bummed\/bored. The dog, still barking, dances around them demanding attention. My job is to try and\u00a0restore\u00a0order to the chaos. \u00a0Remind them to put away their shoes, where dirty socks belong, gather up forms and homework to hold until needed. \u00a0I shoo them from the fridge and take back the bag of cheetos they are trying to open and replace it with something “healthy”. \u00a0The dog gets her peanut butter smeared Kong, the kids apple slices or cheese sticks, and we all settle in the kitchen where I can listen to their daily update about what they did, who got their name on the board, what they learned. \u00a0By three, they have wandered off and I’m on the down hill slope the afternoon. \u00a0The whirlwind of music lesson, swim team practice, homework assignments, dinner and phone calls make the rest of the afternoon whiz by.<\/p>\n
And so, I look forward to my two o’clock moment. \u00a0It’s only 15 or 20 minutes of calm before the storm but I relish it. \u00a0It’s my favorite time of the day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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