Playing House

Hey.

This is how my afternoon is going.

"Do you want to play with me?"

"YEEEEEEEEEES!... Can I be the dad?"

"Sure."

 

 

Do you remember playing House?

I do. We spent many a hour, day, weekend, summer, playing House.  For some reason, being the baby was always a favorite.

Before getting married, everyone always tells you that it's not just playing House.  

It's not, but today I felt a little like it.  While Jered was getting ready to leave for clinical, I made an egg sandwich and packed a lunchbox for him.  I don't know what about that little preparation made me feel that way, but it did.  And I was alright with that.  

Of course, I'm alright with any time my husband pulls me into a giant hug and tells me that I'm a good wife, just for making him a sandwich.

Anyway, back to the current episode of House.

Now I'm enjoying watching these little ones play together, on their car of couch cushions, with their shield-turned-steering wheel, baby dolls in the backseat, and keys in the ignition.

 

 "We're going on a dadventure!"

"We need to make wings, so we can go!"

(Pulls out a pair of his dad's pants to use as wings.) 

And no adventure would be complete without, "Are we there yet?"

I suppose that's a pretty good picture of real life too.

Right now, I feel like Jered and I are getting ready for a "dadventure."  Sometimes it's exciting being right where we are, but at other times, I feel like asking, "are we there yet?!"

I don't know how it went in your car, but in our family's car, it was always, "five more minutes."  Even if it's asked every hour.  It wasn't necessarily a lie.  There always was five more minutes... plus some.

So right now, when I get anxious...  I just need to think, "five more minutes."

 Dinner beckons.  Talk to you later.

Aim