Swimming II


K is very fuzzy about time. Most days she asks me what sort of day it is. Wednesday means nothing, but ‘school day.’ or ‘church day’ or ‘Daddy has off from work today,’ make sense.

I laid out my swimming stuff last night.  On my way out the door, K wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, “I’ll miss you so much Mommy.” She let go when she realized that Daddy really does know how to cook eggs. She stopped crying when I set her alarm and said that I should be back before it went off.

I did get back before it rang, but she was happily watching cartoons by then, and didn’t notice my return.

Comments are closed.