her throat to announce her presence.
"Hey! How was dinner?" asked Heather. "Where's Matt?"
"He had some work to do so I dropped him off at home before I came to get the kids. Dinner was fine. Matt was on another planet. He checked his phone about fifty times, and we didn't really have much meaningful conversation. But, hey, the food was good."
"Bummer . Maybe it's work that's making him like this," said Heather, noticing a worried look in Jenny’s usually calm eyes.
"That's his response . Victoria was at the bar with some of her tennis cronies."
"Yuck," said Peter. There was no love lost between Peter and Victoria.
"Did you talk to her?"
"For a minute . She was a little giddy and flirty with Matt. I think she had one too many of the special cosmos."
Heather knew how good Wild Ginger’ s cosmos were and had given them up after she had a few and then got her skirt stuck in her underwear a few weeks ago. She usually followed the rule that they were like nipples. One is not enough, three is too many and two is just right. She just couldn't imagine Victoria having too many. But maybe it only took one for Victoria to be silly.
“She flirted with Matt? I can’t imagine Victoria flirting at all,” said Heather.
“Well, I guess it wasn’t really flirting as much as simply acknowledging him and being polite.”
"Yeah, she’s hardly ever either of those things," said Peter.
"Thank you guys so much. And now, I will take my kids and get out of your hair."
"Wait, did you know about this little trip that I don’t want to go on?" asked Heather.
"I just found out today. Sounds awesome."
"She's not so happy that I surprised her. You were right. She doesn't do surprises well."
"Told you!"
"Then I'm mad at both of you for not telling me."
"You'll get over it," said Jenny and collected her kids and went home.
Ch apter 9
Before she knew it, Heather found herself in the last week of school. As she enjoyed her cup of morning coffee before the kids woke up, she thought about all she had to do during the week. In the land of one-upping, planning the end of the year classroom party was not a task for rookies. She was in charge of planning Henry’s first grade picnic. Gracie had two projects and a three-hour recorder concert and Hayes had an awards assembly. Heather had allowed each of the kids to invite three friends over for an end-of-the-year pool party. She invited Jenny and Janie, Peter's sister. She knew there would be a mad dash to pack and get ready for their trips. Peter had coordinated as many details as he could to make the trip easier but packing three kids was never easy.
"Morning, sunshine," said Peter coming up behind her and giving her a kiss . He had just returned from a run and was sweaty, but sweaty Peter was still yummy. "What's with the furrowed brow?"
"Just thinking about our week . Between picnics, assemblies and recorder concerts we are going to be on the go quite a bit."
Last year, Peter, Jenny and Heather's mom had helped by going to a lot of the end-of-year activities since Heat her was on limited bed rest while she was pregnant the twins.
"We'll get it done and then we can breathe when we arrive at our secret destination."
Breathe...the mantra she had lived with since Hank died and Peter came into her life.
"What's today?" asked Peter.
"Running around getting stuff for the party on Friday and for the first grade picnic. I'll make a little to-do list for the week and that might make me feel better."
Peter heard George yelling over the intercom and went up to get the twins. If George was yelling, poor Emily was surely awake . A second later, Heather heard Peter calling her on the intercom, so she ran up to the room to see what was up.
"Hate to tell you, but I think we have a wrench in the schedule," said Peter holding George up.
George was polka dotted.
"Holy Cow! What the heck is that?" Heather put him on the changing table and took his onesie off and found the polka
"Hey! How was dinner?" asked Heather. "Where's Matt?"
"He had some work to do so I dropped him off at home before I came to get the kids. Dinner was fine. Matt was on another planet. He checked his phone about fifty times, and we didn't really have much meaningful conversation. But, hey, the food was good."
"Bummer . Maybe it's work that's making him like this," said Heather, noticing a worried look in Jenny’s usually calm eyes.
"That's his response . Victoria was at the bar with some of her tennis cronies."
"Yuck," said Peter. There was no love lost between Peter and Victoria.
"Did you talk to her?"
"For a minute . She was a little giddy and flirty with Matt. I think she had one too many of the special cosmos."
Heather knew how good Wild Ginger’ s cosmos were and had given them up after she had a few and then got her skirt stuck in her underwear a few weeks ago. She usually followed the rule that they were like nipples. One is not enough, three is too many and two is just right. She just couldn't imagine Victoria having too many. But maybe it only took one for Victoria to be silly.
“She flirted with Matt? I can’t imagine Victoria flirting at all,” said Heather.
“Well, I guess it wasn’t really flirting as much as simply acknowledging him and being polite.”
"Yeah, she’s hardly ever either of those things," said Peter.
"Thank you guys so much. And now, I will take my kids and get out of your hair."
"Wait, did you know about this little trip that I don’t want to go on?" asked Heather.
"I just found out today. Sounds awesome."
"She's not so happy that I surprised her. You were right. She doesn't do surprises well."
"Told you!"
"Then I'm mad at both of you for not telling me."
"You'll get over it," said Jenny and collected her kids and went home.
Ch apter 9
Before she knew it, Heather found herself in the last week of school. As she enjoyed her cup of morning coffee before the kids woke up, she thought about all she had to do during the week. In the land of one-upping, planning the end of the year classroom party was not a task for rookies. She was in charge of planning Henry’s first grade picnic. Gracie had two projects and a three-hour recorder concert and Hayes had an awards assembly. Heather had allowed each of the kids to invite three friends over for an end-of-the-year pool party. She invited Jenny and Janie, Peter's sister. She knew there would be a mad dash to pack and get ready for their trips. Peter had coordinated as many details as he could to make the trip easier but packing three kids was never easy.
"Morning, sunshine," said Peter coming up behind her and giving her a kiss . He had just returned from a run and was sweaty, but sweaty Peter was still yummy. "What's with the furrowed brow?"
"Just thinking about our week . Between picnics, assemblies and recorder concerts we are going to be on the go quite a bit."
Last year, Peter, Jenny and Heather's mom had helped by going to a lot of the end-of-year activities since Heat her was on limited bed rest while she was pregnant the twins.
"We'll get it done and then we can breathe when we arrive at our secret destination."
Breathe...the mantra she had lived with since Hank died and Peter came into her life.
"What's today?" asked Peter.
"Running around getting stuff for the party on Friday and for the first grade picnic. I'll make a little to-do list for the week and that might make me feel better."
Peter heard George yelling over the intercom and went up to get the twins. If George was yelling, poor Emily was surely awake . A second later, Heather heard Peter calling her on the intercom, so she ran up to the room to see what was up.
"Hate to tell you, but I think we have a wrench in the schedule," said Peter holding George up.
George was polka dotted.
"Holy Cow! What the heck is that?" Heather put him on the changing table and took his onesie off and found the polka
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