Sometimes you have a great blog post planned…
Like, really great…
But along the way stuff gets in the way, so you find yourself overwhelmed, overtired, over-caffeinated, and under-appreciated at the pity party called Low Ebbing, Table for 1. (Check, please.)
So when your youngest takes an unexpectedly awesome midday nap while your middling decides she wants to work on a project in her room- alone- during the hour before your eldest needs to be fetched from school, you take full advantage of the lull and close your eyes on the hallway floor for a little bit. (And yes, I fully realize that my middling may be macrame-ing the bedroom ceiling fan right now, but as long as she’s a) safe and b) quietly content, I’ll drive to Home Depot myself to replace it. In an hour. Fully rested.
And there’s nothing like a sign from the universe that this is okay- and that you’re okay- to make things, well, okay.
Actually, try four signs. In a 12 hour period. ‘Cause for all everyone says to keep your chin up, sometimes it’s when you’re looking down that you see whatcha really need to.
Like love. Dirty pavement love.
Which is still totally valid love.
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