On Thursdays, the kids have art class. I feed them and then pack a dinner for my husband and me. Sandwiches with chicken or ham and cheese and tomato, salt and vinegar chips, pickles and salad sealed in tupperware. When I pack big cans of Arizona iced tea, he wonders if people might think we are drinking from King Cans.
Mixing it up in the Glen Dhu parking lot.
We watch birds and cats and rabbits from the car and eat and talk over the day. The kids come back giggly and productive. Our tummies are full.
This is one of my favourite hours of the week.Print