The new Friday routine is to get absolutely flattened and spun out by Ben, early, when he is sleepy and unself-conscious and then shower and put on warm clothes (-10 this morning WTF) to make the trek next door where I crawl under the covers between Schuyler and Daniel, their little alarm clock as it were, and Schuyler will leave, showering and heading out to get us breakfast, and Daniel and I will put the covers over our heads and scroll the real estate listings, exclaiming over the nicer touches, interesting placements and pretty paint colours and snarking on some of the more ridiculous decor.
Okay, if you're going to have a gorgeous marble desk off the kitchen it needs a knee hole, does it not?
It KNEES a knee hole?
Yes, it knees one!
True. Hey, how about this. Framed over each side of the bed: "Inhale" and "Exhale".
In case you forget?
That's what I'm thinking.
I would have to insist they come with the house. And all future builds as a public service announcement.
What the hell is this?
A very large...vase. For sunflowers? Maybe an umbrella stand?
If people bring their children over you can put them in it to keep them from touching things.
This is what's it's for. One hundred percent.
Eventually Schuyler returns with coffee and pastries and we eat those in bed while we report on our finds and he laughs until his cheeks are pink and there are tears in his eyes. All too soon Lochlan is up and dressed and in the doorway and we save our very best observations for him and by the time I crawl out from the cuddles, crumbs and the wifi blanket around me we're all howling.
It's the best, these Fridays. Better than the old days.