I passed out at ten O’Clock last night. I woke up well rested in a gloomy living room so quiet I heard the furnace tick.
I didn’t snooze an alarm. I didn’t run for a shower. I didn’t pack a diaper bag or a lunch. I didnt rush to find someone’s homework (we still have to do). I didn’t change a landslide diaper that sometimes requires a bath while I’m putting on my eyelids.
I didn’t forget the check for school pictures, the signed permission slip for field trip,the payment for daycare, the carseat for grandma, or a blanket for child…
I didn’t move.
I waited until I was able and not a second sooner, then made a pot of coffee (ten beautiful cups of it). I openned the curtains, loaded the dishwasher, poured a cup of Brita-Joe and added 5lbs of mocha creamer just because it made me happy.
I sat down at the table, read some articles and listened for the thuds above me (first a jolt, then a leg out of bed, and then two feet pounding across the ceiling). I hear my three year old slam porcelain against porcelain and I laugh at the next 18 years of my life. I hear a baby cry and a dad get out of bed.
I just sit here waiting like Santa’s bringing me presents on Christmas. I have a Saturday morning.
Mother of two boys. Capable of round brushing my own hair. Likes IPA's, Cheeseburgers & reading the comments (together).