Beautiful Day

As you know, here in the states, Monday was Columbus Day.  However you feel about Christopher Columbus and his treatment of the indigenous people, kids are still off from school.  So I got to sleep in on Monday morning.  That said, however, the girls did not sleep as late as I’d typically hope.

Normally, I would be upset by this.  “Augh! There goes my me time!”  or “Grrrr, I hate holidays!!”

But NOT this time. This time, I was only too happy to make the morning French toast, I even whipped up some eggs for Zoe.  There was this peaceful,  morning feeling. I don’t even think we had cartoons on.  I took my time, as we waited for the sitter, and just enjoyed the children.  Memories of cozy mornings with my babies before I was a working mom came back to me. Snuggling a wrapped infant.  Dancing with both my girls til my arms hurt.  The first time Zoe and Amelia laughed together back in my old kitchen.  Perfect. Bliss.

I am a realist, though, mostly, and I remember that the stay-at-home mom life was not idyllic as it sounds.  It was hard, painful, and lonely.  Work is sanity, for me.  But oh, the times with my babies when I wasn’t a wreck were complete heaven.

Just sayin’…