Pick me up

The drone of any schedule can weigh you down.  Some days it seems like Groundhog Day every day, adhering to the same old grind, same work, same people, same chores, same monotonous rigour.  But some days, the same old thing is exactly what you're in the mood for.  Picking up the kids is one of those daily chores that I look forward to most.  I've been away from them just long enough to be really looking forward to seeing them again.  And, at this age at least, they tend to greet you with a cocker spaniel like enthusiasm.  Suddenly, you feel love.  These little people are all yours.  You get to be their Mummy and Daddy.  Sometimes you don't want to be a Mummy or Daddy and you just want a moment to yourself where nobody needs anything from you and you can just relax.  But most of the time, knowing you are the only Mummy and Daddy they get is a terrifying, great big honour.  It makes you want to be a better person.  When we pick them up, the smiles you see above are the reason we do almost everything.   And, overall, it is really worth it.