On Friday Lydia and I went to her usual 6:30am harp lesson, and then I came home and crawled into bed for another hour and pretended that I didn’t know the morning rush was happening.
Then I finally got it together enough to take the kids to the park. Ammon, who had thrown up while twirling away to the Moana soundtrack, did not feel great on this outing. But he was still darling, as was Clarissa. At the end he told me he was about to throw up again and started to on the grass. “I think it’s time for me to go home,” he said, slightly pitifully. I felt so bad I had forced the outing and immediately toted them both home.
After I put Clarissa down for a nap and parked a lethargic Ammon in front of the Little Bear series, I headed upstairs and pounded out the rest of the first essay in the book I am trying to write.
Then in the evening after the kids went down Abe and I went out to dinner at a Provo Mexican restaurant with Matt and Emily Kahler. We ended up talking for three straight hours over dinner. It was so fun.