We 'Get Lucky' on the way to grandma's house

So we’re driving to my mom’s to go swimming. It’s the waning days of summer with lots of whining from the twins. I’m thinking about how to get them undressed and into their swimsuits, then dry and dressed and hopefully squeeze some shopping in before they go down for a nap (oh, please, go down for a nap!).

I’ve been trying to slow down. Just stop, smell the roses, or the sleepy twins as they get up and wind up for another big day of just being alive.

But there is so much to do! I’m thinking about what we need to get done, how to get it done, when to get it done and in what order while we’re in the middle of doing what we’re doing. It’s exhausting! And I don’t feel I’ve accomplished anything no matter how many items I get to check off my list. And I am a dedicated list checker!

So, slow down. The kids are asking for the “Get Lucky” song, for the umpteenth time. Grrrr. I press repeat on the car’s CD player just to get two minutes of quiet. But it’s not quiet. My 3-year-old twins are singing, trying desperately to get each word before the chorus that they know oh too well.

“Come on, Mommy, sing with us!”

I take a breath. We sing together. They are thrilled.

“We’re up all night to get lucky.” Jack’s shoulders are moving and he’s tapping his chubby little boy hands on his pudgy knees with the concentration of a serious musician, trying to catch the beat. He gets it and starts to nod his head, a mini Will Ferrell in “Night at the Roxbury.”

Morgan is bouncing around, big smile, hands in the air, eyes closed, pure bliss to this funky summer tune. Five minutes and eight seconds in to track 8 of Daft Punk’s latest CD gets squeals of “Again, again!” from the back seat.

And we do it again, and it’s freakin’ awesome. I’ve been sleep walking through this gorgeous day. I’m grumpy because we have to go swimming? 

I take a breath, don't fret when they are too excited to get a foot in a swimsuit much less their whole wiggly bodies. I enjoy the first splash into the pool, the shivers of excitement as they dunk their heads, Marco polo, instead of looking at the clock and wondering when we can get going because things need to get done!

We won’t always have summer mornings to go over to Grandma’s and go swimming, just because.

I get it. We're lucky.