A seventy five pound monkey is climbing on my back as I try to type.
“Nobody is playing with me…” he complains.
“Jackson… I am trying to write a post about you.”
“Write a post that I want to play with you,” his arms tighten around my neck as his Dad reprimands, “Jackson you are going to break that chair…”
Life without an office is challenging – but entertaining…
Jackson climbs off the back of my chair, distracted by his sweet tooth.
“Mom, can I have some cookies and milk.”
“Jackson. You already had cookies at lunch.”
“But Mom – I said cookies AND milk.” As if the goodness of milk negates the sugar.
He flashes me his clever smile. I swear that child better make something of his negotiating skills. I give in as I keep typing.
Soon it will be bedtime. No wonder I work after dark.