Jenn is half-dressed this morning, and we’re ferrying kids from room to room in the impossible task of readying everyone for school.
“Seriously, Cayde—get up. Mom has to turn in grades.”
He’s bunched into a blue blanket with a sad-face on.
“I have a stomachache.”
I don’t doubt him actually, considering the messes I’ve had to clean up this weekend. Still I know when he’s putting on the pretend.
“Get UP, Dude. You can stay in the nurse’s office or something. I hafta go to work, too.”
Finn is saying, ‘Mommy’ on repeat, Oedipus ad infinitum. I tug him into a long-sleeve because it’s raining out.
The diaper’s changed and most the uniform on before Finn squirms his way out the room, his feet little dinosaur poundings on the floor.
The kettle whistles. Cayden is suddenly dressed and wanting to explain a math problem to me in great detail. His hair’s a problem, but I need to catch a shoeless Finn who’s reaching for appliances and making a game of throw-everything.
Jenn and I meet rolled-eyes in the living room, she still just in a cardigan, jeans, and a bra; hurrying. Needs to curl her hair. The handyman will be here at nine and grades are due at 8:15. I have a shift that’ll end at dark:thirty.
This is the morning and not night, but we’re ships passing. I stop and catch Jenn by the shoulder. She turns around and spontaneously I sweep her up and off her feet. She’s light now. I can do this.
Cayde says: “Hey! Are you groom and bride or something?“, wanting in on the hug. Finn crashes into my leg wanting the same.
Jenn and I crossed the threshold years ago, met the threshold a few times since.
In which case, I simply tell Cayden, “Yes.”