Yesterday was such a good day that I just have to document. These are the kinds of days that I am happy to be me.
7 a.m. Baby wakes up cooing after sleeping ALL NIGHT with nary a peep (NOT an everyday occurrence).
7:30 a.m. Drop off Matt; grocery shopping. Baby is charming and only almost-falls out of the cart once.
8 a.m. Breakfast
8:30 a.m. Baby happily plays by himself while I pretty much do nothing. Hooray for board books.
9:30 a.m. Baby naps, I read.
12 p.m. Baby wakes up, we have lunch with friends.
2:30 p.m. Another nap and more reading.
4:30 p.m. We go over to a friend's for the first session of our homespun yoga class. Her laid-back 12-year-old daughter watches T and the other two little kids who are there, as part of her Personal Progress. I am witness to my child's major separation anxiety, wherein he screams for a half an hour. (My other friend, who watches him often, reminds me that he did this for the first few times she watched him, until he got used to her--plus it is early evening, often the "witching hour" for little kids. I feel bad about this.) This is stressful but he calms down eventually and I am actually able to relax, despite the impossibility of keeping my "rib cage open" with one hand on the floor while looking up at the ceiling and balancing my entire body including my "lengthened spine," "using the strength of my back leg"
6:30 p.m. Time to go; the dog bites one of the other little kids on the way out. Exceedingly stressful. (She is okay.) (I don't think her mom was as relaxed at this point as I was.)
7 p.m. I get home at the same time as Matt does, which makes dinnertime so easy. Yummy ravioli (the organic refrigerated from Costco . . . my favorite) and garlicky zucchini make dinnertime so tasty. Matt takes over the parenting.
8 p.m. Visiting teaching
10 p.m. Literally fall into bed.
This is what life should be like all the time. I have one child and few responsibilities outside of my home. Why don't I have days like this more often?? I think it was such a good day because (a) I did nothing besides read during T's naps--I never do this, and (b) we were busy with fun things in between. We were both in good moods for most of the day, and Matt was home during dinner prep and dinner. The screaming for the babysitter would have thrown me off any other day. I still feel bad about it . . . but he got over it right? Anyone want to babysit . . . ? P.S. My body is sore today.
3 comments:
I miss those kinds of days - and I remember them well.
I think they only happen to stay at home moms! (I guess I could "call in sick" but that seems so contrived.)
As I've said before, I enjoyed my surgical convalescence because I got to lay around and read. But that is so extreme!
And after more than one kid, you will have to wait until they are all in school to truly enjoy such days.
It's amazing that a combination of taking time for yourself and others makes for a good day.
Ya, I get stressed out too when my kids have separation anxiety. Do I sound bad when i say it gets easier the more you do it? As my sister says, "kids need to develop independence and you need a break." I think with each child you get more desensitized to their wailing. I don't care what Simon says (cute huh) but that kid is going into nursery whether he likes it or not. Church has become three hours of entertaining my kid.
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