Little Red Writing Hood

Sometimes I feel a guilty.

We are invariably coming home Friday night, too tired to clean, too tired to ...anything.  This, however, is a time when all of us - even the four year old - each have our own devices.  You start to bear the burden of your choices.  Nobody has to watch or do anything they are not completely into.  Little by little one device gets a little too loud, a little too distracting, so that it doesn't seem like such a stretch to retreat into another room for what turns out to be the rest of the evening.  

Saturdays are usually so chocked full of birthday parties, visits, appointments, etc.  Sundays are pervaded buy the looming Monday and the weight of the rest of the week's long wait for Friday again.

This one was different.  The fatigue of the week didn't dissopate with Friday's sleep.  It hung over Saturday morning and hit us so hard it squashed all plans and kept us home in our individual worlds long enough until we finally were able to emerge from them.  

The kids fell asleep early, and the moms stayed up late.
This Sunday morning, I got to sleep in because Kody, my oldest, was designing a play.  It was a unique adaptation of Little Red Riding Hood.  Kody assigned the characters, handled the issues when Niky, the youngest, did not want to be the Big Bad Wolf, wrote the scripts (for Little Red Writing Hood), designed the costumes, brought in the auduence, and directed the play.  Before we knew it we were all laughing and loving our story right along with our chosen stuffed animals as Grandma came out of the closet and slayed the Big Bad Wolf herself!  We howled in unison and bowed together for our (imaginary) standing ovation and paid special homage to Takoda, the writer, director, costume designer and producer of our production, and stearer of us all back to the path.