Friday Night and I Just Got My Free time
I had grand plans for today. It was a vacation day Friday--with plans of watching my son perform in a fun little program in the morning, a car ride home with the baby napping, and take-out lunch. Naps, writing, reading, television... maybe even call a sitter and get a night out.
And I got the first 4 on the list with little help and not much effort. Napping? Not as easy. In fact, lots of tears and false attempts, but then got a nice 3 hour one in. With baby and me. Which--if I had to speak honestly--was fabulous. The Peanut isn't a long napper (for the sitter, it's routine 3 hours, I get an hour and a half on good days), except when I lay down with her. Today, I felt nothing short of exhausted, head bobbing and all. A long relaxing nap was just what I had in order.
But then writing was out of the question. So was reading. And so was the second load of laundry. Dishes. And hell cooking dinner (we went with the old stand by of frozen pizza). The sitter? Never happened. Thus, here I am, on the computer at 10:30pm doing the latest trendy Mom thing--blogging.
Regardless of those pitfalls, I still can't complain. I mean really. Napping for 3 hours? Watching my son dance to his hearts delight to a choreographed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle routine? Seriously. It is like a drug. Fills my heart up with love, gratitude, and blessings (and if you know me, I'm not all mooshy).
It wasn't all I wanted to do today--but was enough to make it one of the good days. The days you don't expect to brighten your mood, but does. The days where you feel almost normal, coherent, and together. A day where I should have gotten my hair cut at the salon, it likely would have turned out perfectly funky and fun. Or a day of shopping would have garnered the perfect sale rack of jeans that fit just right.
Okay, so maybe not that last one. That would be just a bit TOO perfect.
Anyway, it is what it is, and now I think I might write. Use the few precious moments of sleep time for what it is exactly intended--me time.
And I got the first 4 on the list with little help and not much effort. Napping? Not as easy. In fact, lots of tears and false attempts, but then got a nice 3 hour one in. With baby and me. Which--if I had to speak honestly--was fabulous. The Peanut isn't a long napper (for the sitter, it's routine 3 hours, I get an hour and a half on good days), except when I lay down with her. Today, I felt nothing short of exhausted, head bobbing and all. A long relaxing nap was just what I had in order.
But then writing was out of the question. So was reading. And so was the second load of laundry. Dishes. And hell cooking dinner (we went with the old stand by of frozen pizza). The sitter? Never happened. Thus, here I am, on the computer at 10:30pm doing the latest trendy Mom thing--blogging.
Regardless of those pitfalls, I still can't complain. I mean really. Napping for 3 hours? Watching my son dance to his hearts delight to a choreographed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle routine? Seriously. It is like a drug. Fills my heart up with love, gratitude, and blessings (and if you know me, I'm not all mooshy).
It wasn't all I wanted to do today--but was enough to make it one of the good days. The days you don't expect to brighten your mood, but does. The days where you feel almost normal, coherent, and together. A day where I should have gotten my hair cut at the salon, it likely would have turned out perfectly funky and fun. Or a day of shopping would have garnered the perfect sale rack of jeans that fit just right.
Okay, so maybe not that last one. That would be just a bit TOO perfect.
Anyway, it is what it is, and now I think I might write. Use the few precious moments of sleep time for what it is exactly intended--me time.
