Good Day

Not all days are equal. We've been lucky to have nothing much interesting happen for several weeks, aside from sharing a fortnight of colds, pink-eye, and eye infections around and around. We've been cranky and cold on overcast days and a little bit manic on sunny days. Mostly though, we are settled in again to the school and work schedule (just in time for more logistical changes) and deeply grateful for a few more minutes of light each day. 

Today was a little bit manic.

The day starts with an amazing and unexpected gift: I slept in until 8:15 am. In five years since having my first child, I think I've slept in only in the dire months of having a newborn, when on occassion a friend or my dear husband would let me catch up out of the desperate sleep deprivation. In these five years, I can only recall one week, maybe two, where the stars aligned for several days consecutive of restful long nights of sleep. We get by, but many days, my emotional reserves are shallow and the coarser moments of the day brush by me like harsh sand-paper on raw skin. We've grown accustomed to the constant tiredness, but I do recall, dimly, a time when I didn't crave sleep.

So one morning of sleeping in, just a little, just until my brain and body were done with sleep, just until 8:15 am, was an amazing gift. ... and maybe a contributing factor to the manic pace that follows....

Painting

 

Flowers

 

Teatime

 

Swimming (not pictured)

 

Cupcakes

 

Gardening

 

Resting

Also not pictured: A movie with Barbie and Flying Pegasus (OMG, so awful), a meltdown about a pink pipe-cleaner necklace, Lotte being carried around in a purple plastic basket, "head wrestling" in the car and the resulting cracked skulls, the hail storm as we ran into the CVS, two pre-schoolers trying (and failing?) to wheel a shopping basket around the store, and the looks on their faces when I tried to serve cabbage with dinner.

I don't know the point of this post. To brag on my kids? Or on a good day? To carefully portray myself as a crafty outdoorsy mom with her act together? After a slightly hysterical laugh, I can only shrug. I wonder why we put anything like this "out there." Perhaps for the simple reason that it feels good to share a good day. Like a long languid stretch after sleeping in late, just to relish the good feeling. Some days, it feels very good, to be here, doing this, right now.

 

Comments

[Kerridwen]

I know just what you mean about sandpaper nerves and exhaustion. This looks like a really full day- thanks for sharing it!
And those flowers they made are absolutely gorgeous!