Mommy, Play With Me

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.”

And so the day is not yet over and looks like the fun is just beginning.


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