2/26/10

Last night Ford couldn't get enough of the sensation of rolling Christine's ipod head phones up and down his face. And as Christine fumbled trying to figure out how to turn the flip camera on Kingsley moaned and rolled around on her trampoline begging for chocolate. And this is typical in the hours from 5:30-7:00 before I get home. After Yati leaves Christine is on her own to due battle with the sworn enemy otherwise know as a three year old and 10 month old. Sometimes I pull into the driveway and sit in my car for a minuet just so I can collect every last inch of strength I have left after my hour and half commute from Burbank back to the beach before heading into this war zone. I will stand at the door key in hand and with one final big inhale in I go. "The Cavalry is here!" I will proclaim and then its a blur of food, kids, dinner, sweeping, cleaning, bathing, brushing, diapering, rocking, reading, singing. Before you know it its 9:00 and you you are so tired the though of doing anything else besides sitting in silence seems impossible. But Then there is always one more thing to do. One more sandwich to be made for a lunch, one more shirt to be folded one more bill to be paid one more toy to be picked up one more...one more