My sleeping baby
A sinus cold
My 4 year old doctor warms me
With blankets, head rubs
An animated movie while
Hubby folds the laundry
Ribs in the crockpot
One more hour til they fall
Off the bone with garlic bread
Baked beans and a pickle
No taste buds at all
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.