We run errands together, eat lunch together, drive carpools together. And Jesse follows me along, chatting as I shuffle laundry, clean house, and take my morning shower (from the other side of the curtain).
It always feels like a different world when everyone leaves for work and school. The neighborhood becomes the domain of women and small children, and life centers on smaller, more domestic concerns. Like lunchtime and laundry and playdates. You might see a woman padding across the street to a neighbor's in yoga pants and wet hair. Mark and the kids can't really imagine how I spend my daytime hours, and I rarely have anything exciting to report. Each day I basically loop through rounds of the same things I did yesterday, with only small variations. (It's not exactly the same clothing I put in the washer yesterday. Not the precisely same array of dirty dishes. A different corner of the house I attempt to tame.)
|This is Elvin, who joins us some evenings.|
Soon Betsy will join Jesse and I in our daily cocoon of domesticity. Next year, Jesse will join the ranks of those who foray out into the public world each day. I predict that never again will Jesse and I have another season of such companionship. It was fun while it lasted. We're ready for him to stretch his wings a little wider.
(Jesse "watching" Power Rangers.)