Just Five Minutes

Today when I got home it was later in the afternoon and she was already home from school which is unusual, but I took like 3 days off last week fighting floods so I figured I would work close to a full day for a change.

Dad!! (This part I like)

"Play with me" (This part not so much)

I will happily play with her when it's an actual game like with a ball outside or chutes and ladders but I must confess I don't do well with pretend world. Partly because I haven't read the screenplay and well, neither has she.

But she's the director. I am the clueless actor always doing it wrong.

Not like that, Dad!! I would get yelled at when I didn't exactly understand what is on (or in) her mind at that precise moment.

Her mind is full of glitter and unicorns and butterflies so she's got a LOT MORE imagination than I will ever have. The fact that I dreamed up this post on a Monday night when it's almost 9pm might be considered a miracle to some. The fact that anyone reads it will be another..anyway..

My mind just wants more coffee. Or a nap would be good too.

But we manage. She learns to be patient and that Dad is not her 24 hour playmate and that I am actually a parent and has stuff to do that doesn't include "watch me". And in turn I learn that the chore can wait and that I am going to to count her jumping on the trampoline so I might as well just do it and get it over with.

And 1...and 2...and 3....and...

Until next time.

TH and Co.