I arrive home asked the kids to put the groceries away and went to check on my man. Let’s just say Hoss was very ready for me to be home and not because of the kids. So, door was locked and things began to happen. Very nice things (says Baker blushing).
(No, it’s not a knock, knock joke!)
“Yes!” I call through the door in the middle of…..
“Mommy!” followed by our youngest going on about some very minor insignificant thing.
“Go upstairs, tell so and so, mommy’s busy right now!”
“Daddy!” (smart kid!)
Hoss laughs, “Listen to Mommy, go tell….”
As soon as we hear his little feet pad back towards the stairs we resume the very nice things. Whispering softly back and forth to one another, giggling softly.
(No joking, it had been less than two minutes!)
“Mommy!” frantically yelled through the door by our youngest daughter.
“What?” I yell just as frantically desperately trying to multi-task.
“B ran over my hand with the wagon!”
“Are you hurt?” We both pause here. No real crying going on, just a few recovering hiccups (and that was from Hoss--Just teasing, he was fine.)
“There’s a little skin coming off!”
“Okay, go see if R can look it over!”
“Okay!” She runs (she’s always running) up the stairs.
Ah, where were we? Oh, yes. More sweet caresses and oh, so many delightful things and the words, that man knows how to….
(Are you kidding me!)
“What!” This time the niceness in my voice has totally worn off.
“Can I have something to eat!”
“Yes, and please tell everyone else that Mommy and Daddy are busy!”
Sigh! That should take care of things as we hear him yell it to his siblings on his way upstairs. Hoss smiles at me. I smile back at him.
“I love you!”
“I love you, too!” Much fun commences and things are heating up nicely. He strokes my cheek, kisses me gently then more passiona…..
Banging on the door. (We are going to have one less child by the end of the day! Just joking, but oh, my, our patience is......)
“NO!” We both holler through the door “Seriously, go upstairs!”
“No! No, means no! Now go upstairs!” Frustration definitely apparent in my voice. Footsteps sprint to the stairs.
We look at each other and giggle. We then proceed to finish what we started. Softly. Lovingly. Quietly.
Like I said, not what you expected, but it is what it is….
I love our life.