This is the week that school started.
Can we still be friends…..
……if I tell you I’ve been waiting for this week all summer?
Every time I picked up a pair of flip-flops off the floor or washed stacks of bowls etched with dried-on fruit loops or sorted through wet beach towels left in the back hall or swept up tiny pieces of paper scattered all over the floor or gathered up the stinky tennis shoes from every corner of the house…..
And waited patiently for the days of sparkling clean floors and quiet.Continue reading