Did you see us this morning as you walked by Starbucks on your way to work? Yes, that was us.
We had stopped in for a coffee. I went to get in line but she started demanding to get out of the stroller. After extracting a promise from her not to touch anything I freed her from the restraints. She promptly went and claimed a table by the window. I guess we were staying.
I huddled in the wooden chair at the round table by the window. My wet hair pulled back into a pony tail, the bangs pinned to one side. Wearing my uniform under my coat. The bags under my eyes and my pasty skin conveying that it had been another rough night. I watched my kids devour a multi grain bagel with cream cheese (him) and a requested pumpkin scone (her). I greedily drank my coffee.
She shrieked long and loud when I shared some of her scone with her brother. I threatened to leave. She apologized and went back to her scone.
He finished and climbed out of his chair. He wandered around looking at things. Pointing at things. Nothing got broken or spilled. I felt grateful.
I loaded them back into the stroller with promises of a trip past the dog park. Still clutching my coffee we left.