That's what I need to do.
Because sometimes I forget.
I am not happy that my older two kids are back in school. I miss them.
I am not happy that my older two kids are back in school and so I need to wake up in the early cold dark hours when it's only reasonable to stay in my warm bed.
I am not happy that I haven't been sleeping well. At all. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah.
I am not happy about dark rainy days and wet socks.
I am not happy about resuming busy after school hours and evenings.
But then the sun came out...briefly, weakly. I remembered that there is a lot to be happy about.
I remembered starting out on a walk the other day and smelling the rich smell of wet earth and thinking spring. Maybe?
I remembered texting with my sisters. Olivia and I assured each other that our chocolate consumption was healthy. Marianne and I referred to wrestling someone off a tractor. It's a long story. But when you have sisters, it's fun to text with them.
I remembered how very kind Adam is to me when I can't sleep. He wakes himself up to talk sensibly to me. He tells me to turn off my alarm clock...he'll get up with the kids. He's a good one.
I remembered time spent with Mark. During the Christmas vacation I missed him a little because he was off and running with his neighborhood friends and I saw less of him. I love having school with him and his various stuffed animals. (He insists they like learning about science.)
I remembered shopping with Mark. He likes to "speed shop." He asks me for tasks and bolts away at top speed to find them. I call after him to not run but that's like telling a Seattle sky not to rain. He runs back and slam dunks whatever he found in the cart and asks for a new item to find. He says, "C'mon Mom. I am in the zone." We'll probably get asked to shop elsewhere because I doubt stores enjoy red heads that catapult around but in the meantime, we're getting our shopping done quickly.
So I guess what it comes down to is this: re entry is no fun but life is still good.
1 comment:
Let's just make sure you don't give Mark the assignment of slam-dunking the eggs when he's in "the zone."
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