We got up extra-early this morning because Zoe wanted to go to the café before school. I’ve been short of sleep this week and could’ve done with a lie-in, but I’d showered and had breakfast by 07.15.
Shannon and I were talking about her family’s new hotel complex up in, Sisters, Oregon, so she ignored Zoe’s plaintive cries from upstairs. “Mom!” came the repeated call, with an occasional “I need help!”
I watched the minutes ticked by, and Shannon called off the trip to the café due to the time-pressure. I put the kettle on for some tea whilst Shannon went up to see what Zoe’s problem was. She came back down a couple of minutes later. “A roomful of clothes and nothing to wear,” she said.
Zoe came down a few minutes later wearing a two-piece grey tracksuit. Shannon gave her a shawl so that she could dress as a Gypsy fortune-teller for the Hallowe’en event at school today. I sat down at the table with Zoe as she tucked in to her French bread and Shannon went to get dressed for the school run.
I was making some toast for myself when Shannon called “Babe! Can you come here a second?” I went through to the bedroom. Shannon was wearing an orange top with a flower motif. “Does this look okay on me? I’m worried I don’t have enough of a tan to carry it off.”
“It looks great,” I said. “A roomful of clothes and nothing to wear, huh?”