It’s Friday night and I am wrapping up a ready, set, go kind of day. Morning meeting, Girl Scout cookie pick-up (followed with a tiresome unload of 100 cases from car to foyer), two reports written and submitted and final edits to a quarterly newsletter. Pick up children and spend dinner with extended family (at least I wasn’t cooking). Thankfully, I was able to squeeze in a pedicure and a great conversation with an old and new friend.
I would very much like to get into my cozy pj’s, sip on a warm cocktail and get lost in the book required for book club next week. But the call beckons me from the basement:
“Mommy, Play With Me.”