I look a little sleepy here (with good reason) but I’m digging the messy cleaning hair. What I’m also digging is the scene in front of me (not pictured) which consists of Adelaide and various art supplies—watercolors, glue, crayons, stamps, and several pieces of paper—spread out on the floor on a plastic Sesame Street table cloth. She’s listening to classical music and creating mixed media art while I straighten up and unload the dishwasher.
We are conversing casually while both pleasantly occupied with our own projects.
It’s like I’ve fallen backwards into a pile of fairy dust. 
I’m wondering if this is what it’s like to have a tween … you know, at the non-hormonal times.
There are pleasant, non-hormonal tween times, right? Somebody tell me the answer to that is yes. I need to hope.
I’m glimpsing a future where my hands are once again free to be productive.
Right now, my table cloth idea feels like a stroke of genius no less impressive than indoor plumbing.

I look a little sleepy here (with good reason) but I’m digging the messy cleaning hair. What I’m also digging is the scene in front of me (not pictured) which consists of Adelaide and various art supplies—watercolors, glue, crayons, stamps, and several pieces of paper—spread out on the floor on a plastic Sesame Street table cloth. She’s listening to classical music and creating mixed media art while I straighten up and unload the dishwasher.

We are conversing casually while both pleasantly occupied with our own projects.

It’s like I’ve fallen backwards into a pile of fairy dust. 

I’m wondering if this is what it’s like to have a tween … you know, at the non-hormonal times.

There are pleasant, non-hormonal tween times, right? Somebody tell me the answer to that is yes. I need to hope.

I’m glimpsing a future where my hands are once again free to be productive.

Right now, my table cloth idea feels like a stroke of genius no less impressive than indoor plumbing.