Okay, it's late. Kids are sleeping, husband is driving back from dropping of my step-daughter at her mom's, and I should be going to bed soon. But I'm waiting for the dryer to stop so I can fold small socks and undies and favourite shirts and pants so getting dressed tomorrow morning will be trauma-free. ("Where's my Star Wars shirt? In the laundry? Nooo! Why didn't you wash it when I was sleeping?!")
But of course, I'm checking my email. And I see the facebook invite for Andy and Gabi's Winter Solstice in Kensington Market on Dec 21st. I email it to my husband and say "Let's go to this." And then I instinctively want to email it to Nathan. He's 6 now. He's got this personality now. He's interesting and funny. I like him. And I want him to know how fun it would be to go to the Solstice. But he's without an email address...
I'll have to work the solstice plans into a cuddle.
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