right now the 'nearly three' year old is running around and around the kitchen bench. her pyjama pants which are too big for her..(hand me down) keep falling down around her ankles and she lands on the floor and laughs, gets up and runs.
It is the eight year old's night for the dishes, and she is up to her arms in water, the floor is wet, and yet... and yet the dishes don't seem to be getting any cleaner.
(I'm on the computer so i can sort of block it out and not nag her about the lack..)
The ten year old is lying 20cm from the television screen watching two and a half men, and the eleven year old is lying on the couch with a pencil in her ear watching the same. My child, who has just turned seven, is crouching on the orange vinyl chair playing with a soft toy in the fruit basket. She is imagining a world where the fruit basket is a house for the soft toy. The soft toy has a name and a personality and it speaks..(of fruit dreams?)
The man is not home yet.