[singlepic id=25 w=320 h=427 mode=watermark float=left]Can we talk about how beautiful it is today? I am in LOVE with today: the dappled morning light filtering through the trees; amorous birds singing love songs, wooing potential mates; the air is fresh, crisp.
This is the kind of day I wait for all year — my reward for living in Houston. The ONE day, perfectly cool and free of mosquitoes and humidity, during which I WANT to be outside.
I’m not the only one; even Charlie (the Little Lady’s bunny) is bounding with springtime energy and curiosity this morning. As I type this post, sitting at my little, old, creaky desk that faces our backyard windows, I can see him sniffing for newly sprung clover and dandelions — treats he missed throughout the winter.
It is GORGEOUS!
The best part? I’m enjoying all of this ALONE. Yes. All. By. Myself.
Mr. Boy is taking one of his “all-too-rare-but-oh-so-precious” two hour naps, and Hubby took the Little Lady out to run errands.
This is the most peaceful my house has been all week, and (for the first time) I can hear and see everything without the distraction of obnoxious, battery-operated toys and the sounds of “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”
I love, love, love my children but I also love me some quiet time. This girl is not one of those who gains energy from being around others. No — I need quiet. Rest. Peace. Time alone to think my thoughts and not those that center around the needs of my family. I need alone time to replenish my storehouses with patience and energy.
This week was crazy. There were frustrating WordPress and site hosting issues. Surprise service calls from repair men. Mr. Boy started cutting more teeth, and the Little Lady decided she had the right to forgo the toilet and just “tee-tee” in her panties. Or, on the couch — which ever was more convenient at the time.
Oy ve.
Toward the end of the week — well, maybe more like Wednesday — Hubby could tell I was nearing my “I am DONE” point. Gallantly, he offered me the gift of a (nearly) childless Saturday morning.
I love him.
He reads me so well (most of the time) and does his best to make me happy. Granted, I’d appreciate it if he would leave the bathroom blinds down more often, but — overall — the boy does a good great job.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time to shut down the computer and step outside. My azalea bush bloomed this week for the FIRST time in four years and I want to enjoy it.
Oops, Mr. Boy just woke up. Alone time is over; it’s back to Mommy Mode now.
