In my defense, it was hot. Properly, scorchingly hot. And humid too, don't forget humid.
Well, that is why Maia was naked. And it was a Sunday, a treat day, so that would explain the cherry icepop, clutched in her very red, sticky paws.
As for sitting on the kitchen floor, next to the cat food, red-pawed and bare-bottomed like a little monkey, well...
OK, no excuse. But she did look a picture... one of those 1930's Time Magazine Dustbowl ones, maybe...
After she had finished the cherry icepop I decided she needed a wash. But not just any wash - a cooler bath! We positioned the cooler outside in the shade and filled it with hose water and she hopped in. We splashed and sploshed and made a racket - then hopped out and spent a while running through the hose, making rainbows and pretending it was raining.
The boys were up on the roof, painting it white (natural air con!), drinking beer, talking about man things. After careful consultation between us, Maia, Sarah and I decided that what we really needed was milk, cookies and cartoons, so we toweled off and retreated to the A/C chilled bedroom, and Maia spent a noisy hour in surreal sensory overload.
American Mother's Day - what better way to spend it than playing Trailer Park Princess?
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