I was pretty excited when the delivery guy rang the doorbell this morning. My liver pate had arrived. I made an impulse purchase online the other night since there was a sale. I wonder if pate is one of those things that is only ever an impulse purchase. I never go for a pate run to the store.
During my lunchtime walk I was listening to a great podcast and enjoying this sunny, cool day and I decided to call my mom. And we talked for nearly an hour. Well, I talked mostly and she patiently waited for me take a breath so she could be in the conversation. I need to randomly call her more often. I think I'll do that.
After the craziness of yesterday, the boys were informed that if they both don't take a nap when they get home from kindergarten they have to go back to daycare. They don't like daycare. The gamble was: which do they despise more - naps or day care?
Mama took off for her class and Osamu took a little time but he ended up napping from three-ish to about six p.m. Perfect. I was in a meeting so I couldn't check on them, but Kenzo claims he slept a little. I doubt it. He was a sleepy boy at bed time when I read Giraffes Can't Dance to them. Osamu was super energetic and still fell asleep just like always.
During my afternoon meeting when they were supposed to be already napping or at least laying down with their eyes closed, they both came separately into my office griping about something. Kenzo came in complaining about his finger being hurt. I didn't see anything. Osamu came in muttering something about "you are very bad" but I shooed him out and when I checked on him after 16:00 he was already in sleepyland. I was preparing dinner when he woke up and made his grand entrance downstairs.
For dinner, Eri does all the prep and I put it together. I wear my apron and wash dishes and eat my dinner standing in the kitchen so we can keep the circus train moving.
Eri's dad's persimmons are little by little being eaten up. Tonight I cut up two of them again for dessert. One persimmon each for the boys, and papa wetting his beak with a couple of small slices. I'm relieved none of them will go bad. We got so many that I thought there's no way we'll eat them before they get all soft and gross.
It's nonstop almost every day. After tucking in the boys I collapsed on the couch for about an hour. Eri was at the kitchen table dutifully doing her web design class homework.
Time to pop open some of that liver pate.
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