So after a busy day at the office, I run out to begin the trek home. Will Metro be running on time, or will I need to bail out to VRE? Tonight Metro's running OK so I make it to the end of the line by 5:20.
I call over to SACC and ask to talk with Sarah: What kind of Subway do you want tonight? "A B-L," she said. Her brother invented that sandwich: it's a BLT, hold the T. I swing by and pick one up for her, along with the requisite barbeque chips and orange soda.
Then it's off to Brownies; she squirms into her vest (it's smaller on her than it used to be, either that or she's grown in the last two years...nahhh...) and is off playing with her friends. Home with David to make dinner before he has to run off to Cotillion.
Then I remember the Dad Tree out front: the sugar maple we planted last week. I check; it needs water, so I set up the hose. The rains haven't been enough to keep the soil moist, but they certainly prevented us from trimming the grass. It's a good six inches on that side of the lawn. I sigh.
Inside to make dinner, then get David ready for Cotillion. Then once he leaves, Mary and I are back to pick up Sarah from Brownies...home to finish homework and prepare for the next day. David returns from Cotillion around 9:30; they learned another dance with the girls, but at least he didn't get awarded a "fiancee" tonight like one boy.
I'm amazed at all they do every week. There's no way I had anywhere near this range of choices when I was their age. It's all about giving our kids a better life than we had, right? So why am I tempted to say, their better life will be simply to be less exhausted by Thursday night each week?
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