Not Home Yet

It was passed the time the kids should have been off the bus and in the door.

I quick stepped out to the top of the driveway – still no sign of them.

Crouching to peer under the hanging apple tree branches I double checked- nope, no kids.

Jumping up I ran back into the house pulled out my hidden cookie and sat down.

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And as I enjoyed my last five minutes of quiet I thought to myself, “Yup.Β  This is it. I’ve pretty much hit the pinnacle of motherhood and the stereotype of a stay at home mom all in one fell swoop. Good job mama, good job.”

6 comments on “Not Home Yet

  1. Sharon Jacobson's avatar Sharon Jacobson says:

    I remember those wonderful days and miss them. That’s why I volunteer at the elementary school.

  2. Yup, there you are, have a cookie πŸ™‚ I’ll go have one too πŸ˜‰

  3. A hidden bag of Oreos is treasure beyond a pirate’s wildest dreams.
    P.s. My latest book is published. Send me your postal address via email and I’ll send you a copy: mastershifu49@gmail.com All I ask is that you write a glowing review on Amazon πŸ˜‰

    • Jessie's avatar Jessie says:

      A man who knows what I’m talking about! And another book – Yay!!! (I bet that’s been mentioned on your blog, I have about three months of catching up to do…) I’ll shoot you an email.

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