1. Ryland had preschool today for the first time since before Christmas. And it was only 2 hours (delayed opening due to last week’s snow that only now is starting to melt) and it’s only once a week, but still,
I really, really needed that little break from my darling daughter and I’m not ashamed to admit it. And if the battered, war weary looks in the eyes of the other mothers at drop off is any indication, I’m not alone in that need.
2. I’m also not ashamed to admit that what I did with that little break. I didn’t go to the grocery store or work out or do anything I should have done. Nope my sanity demanded a totally unnecessary middle of a winter pedicure. And my was it nice to sit in the massage chair with my feet in warm water and let the sweet nail lady take care of me while I took care of DIDDLY SQUAT. I think a little frivolous self care for a mom every now and then is pretty essential and it had been a while.
3. With R home (?) were able to take a walk for the first time in what feels like FOREVER. We just strolled down to our neighborhood pond to see the incredible iced over fountains. It was mid 40s so practically balmy. Although with the wind and rain it still felt good to come inside for hot cocoa and a viewing of Sing in bed.
4. I love moments like these. Even if I typically have to run interference when she loves her brother a little too hard.
5. I just started reading The Bright Hour and my goodness is all I can say so far. What a book. She’s such a beautiful writer tackling such an impossible subject with grace and humor and beauty that few could have under the circumstances (38 mother of 2 diagnosed with incurable breast cancer). It’s hard to read at times, but also often funny and full of light and stunningly crafted prose. It's just tremendous and based off the first third or so of the memoir, I highly recommend it.
I'm a thirty-something mom of two, wife, pediatric RN, and writer with a passion for the all the big and little things in life.