It was 5:15 pm on a cold Friday in early November.
I had spent about 4 hours at the kids’ school that day (2 different trips), with ever present 3 year old Juli by my side.
Kevin had just arrived home from his shift with the power company. I hadn’t seen him since the night before as he is always gone before I wake up at 6:45 am.
All four kids were in the backseat singing along to pop tunes. I heard giggles.
We were on the way to five year old Caleb’s last normal t-ball practice before the playoffs begin next week. The traffic was backed up.
My brain was tired. All of it. I asked him if we had any plans for this weekend besides the homecoming service we were invited to at a local church and Caleb’s Tball game afterwards on Sunday. I couldn’t remember.
“I don’t think so. I was really hoping we could just sleep tomorrow and do nothing,” he said.
“You’re that tired?”
“Yes.” He asked me if I was going to Nina’s house for Moms’ Night Out with some of my dearest friends after practice. He remembered it was on our shared iOS calendar.
I’d been debating that question all day. “No….. let’s stay together. Why don’t we take the kids to the new noodle bar down from the house?”
“A nudie bar? I don’t think those are very family friendly,” he joked.
“Ok. Sounds great to me.” And then he took my hand in his the rest of the ride.

Published by Lisa Cole

Lisa Cole is a freelance writer and social media specialist skilled in non-profit marketing and grass roots advertising. This mother of four weaves humor, emotion and depth into stories about parenthood and life in the American South.

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