Her Secret Place

Zoe likes to play with just about anything.  The other evening she found me cleaning a tub and said, "look mommy?  Isn't this perfect?"  When I turned around I saw that she had my flip flops on.  They were like boats on her.

She also loves my gardening shoes.  They are green clogs that are scuffed up and dirty.  I keep them in the laundry/mud room.  She keeps them close to where she is most of the time.

The other day I was throwing a load of her clothes into the washer and when I went to get them out of her hamper I saw my shoes on top of her dirty clothes.  When I asked her about them, all she said was "huh, how'd those get there?"  Huh indeed.

Fast forward to last night.  I was putting her dirty clothes in her hamper and absent-mindedly threw the clothes in.  They made a plop sound.  I looked into her hamper and saw a beach ball that I'd just blown up in the bottom of her hamper. 

Apparently that's her secret place.  All her treasures go in the hamper. 

Or maybe these things are just dirty and need to be cleaned?  I'm a little terrified of what I'll find in there next. 

I realize this is a little bit boring post, but in light of the weekend, it's all I can muster.  I don't actually think I've dreaded a weekend before.  I do this one. 

D & E are coming over for the weekend.  I'm excited about that.  I love seeing them.  It's been about 2 months since E has come over.  It's extra special.  N has to work overtime tonight, so it'll be a girl's night.  There is something about having it just be us girls.  We have giggling that turns to belly laughs and all the secrets come out.  I get a glimpse into my girls in a way that I don't other times.  I'm thrilled for some of that time tonight.

What I'm a little more worried about is tomorrow.  Both of them play soccer.  Tomorrow is the big, final tournament.  We'll be spending all the live-long day at the polo grounds.  Watching soccer.  Fortunately it's supposed to be nice and not windy.  Honestly, spending 8 hours on a polo field in the heat doesn't sound like the best time to me. 

Zoe has a birthday party tomorrow for two of her favorite people.  N and I get to experience the craziness of three, popular, athletic girls.  We're both coping right now by wanting to pull the covers over our head, take some allergy medication and wake up on Monday.