Continuing the saga from where I left off, work ended smoothly enough. I gathered my things and headed out the door. Unfortunately there was no waiting car for me. I stood around and frowned, wondering...where is Jonathan? I thought about calling him, but he doesn't have a cell phone. I pondered for a bit, and then the resourceful me kicked into high gear and I decided to walk home even though it was 95 and I was wearing pants and a t-shirt. I figured if I could avoid the direct sun as much as possible, then I could make it to Muldoon's Coffee House, grab a cup of ice cold water and an iced latte and then make it up the hill to our houase.
As a side note, Muldoon's makes the best cappuccinos in town. They taste like the ones you get in Italy in the evening after you've ordered pizza. Yum.
Anyway, back to the walk. I made it, as this blog proves. I walked all the way down Texas Avenue in hopes of seeing a little white van hurtling down the road in justified panic. No such event occurred. I crawled into Muldoons and swallowed a copious amount of ice water, and then splurged on an iced latte. I figured I had earned it. Then I proceeded to tackle the hot stretch. The big hill doesn't have any shade, so I knew I'd have to walk 3/4 of a mile in blazing Texan sun. I was wishing I'd brought my walking hat. I proceeded in the time honored fashion of all Texans and began to drawl all the way up the hill. You know, the look...I think of gunslingers. Kneews slightly bent. Well paced stride. Hands loosely clasped. All the way up the hill, down our street and up the steps into the house. Where I discovered Jonathan fast asleep, but with dinner made. Well, I guess that was something, so after making him squirm, I stuck an ice pack on my head as I ate a salad.
I've discovered why people like to hire a nanny for their kids. No crying. No bad attitudes. No strange behavior patterns. Just your kids waiting for you at home with stories and projects and lots of fun stuff. I gotta say, I love it. Not as much as I love staying home with them, but love in sense that I am thankful God has given us a good thing even if it isn't what I consider the best. There are always blessings surrounding us, if only we would take a look and remember where and what we could be without His blessing.
So, we had dinner, I watched the girls play outside in evening sun, they devoured popsicles and came inside all hot and sweaty. Kate practiced her splits while Reagan played her violin and Georgi jumped on everyone and climbed on top of our heads. Then off for bath time. Imagine their excitement when I called them over to Skype with Daddy. Super shouts and lots of "I love you's"and air hugs and kisses, and then Daddy had to go and the girls had bedtime.
We survived another day without Dad.
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