Last Thursday was a day of rushing madly around and being distracted while I was attempting to be where I needed. Even so, Rob and I managed to find time to sit down to lunch. Without much exception we eat lunch together every day. Probably one of the reasons I can’t get back into a size eight. I have never eaten lunch in my life! My adult life anyway. Digression aside, we didn’t really have the time Thursday for a proper lunch connection where we could chat and relax. Not that lunch is leisurely. I have Kate to get to kindergarten and he has just a thirty minute lunch break. Regardless, we sit as a family and eat. All three meals.

As a result, I have become that parent whose child is never on time for school.

“How did you get to be the tardy mom?”

Rob thinks this is funny because I am a bit anal about punctuality while he is surprisingly laissez faire about all matters clock.

And he knew perfectly well too, luring me like one of Calypso’s Sirens.

I was rushing hither and yon, gathering my yoga gear and making sure Kate’s backpack contained the necessary items and when I had everything at the front door, I called to him to let him know I was leaving. I still had Kate to gather up as she had absconded outdoors to watch her older sister hard at work on the garden.

Normally our ritual is kisses and hugs at the door. Sometimes Rob will walk out with us and there are more kisses and hugs at the vehicle after he helps me load up the child. Thursday however, I called and he did not come to the door.

I had to slip out of my runners and go to the dining room where I found him squinting at the screen. (He really does need bifocals.)

“What – you don’t come to the door to kiss me goodbye anymore?”

Sheepish smile and up he came, following me back to the living room.

“Well now the honeymoon is over,” he quipped as he enveloped me in his arms and kissed me.

I didn’t say anything. I was busily blogging in my mind when he said,

“I’ve just given you a blog topic, haven’t I?”

I was taken aback. Normally I read his mind and he complains and tells me to get out of his head. It was my turn to protest now.

“How did you know?”

“Well, it’s been a year and I know that pretty much anything I think, you think too.”

Good grief! Are we going to start looking like each other soon because that is really a sign that the honeymoon is over if ever there was one.