Don’t you love it when you finally get some work, and although you have to commute in to the city, thankfully you don’t have to dress up because you’ve gained ten pounds and nothing fits? When you, at week three of the job, get up early enough for the first time to take a shower, squeeze in to your old jeans and your favorite shirt, make oatmeal for the kids, feed the dogs and the cat, and let the kids sleep in a little because (oh, sweet miracles) you’re not rushed today? There’s no yelling, no running up and down the stairs, slipping down three steps in your socks on the way to get something you forgot. No, “grab a granola bar and eat it in the car.”
Don’t you love it when you get to drink a whole cup of coffee in total silence, you remembered to let the dogs out after breakfast, cleaned the litter box, and sorted the recyclables? You even make a plan to start running again that night because you’ve caught up on sleep.
Don’t you love it when you sneak in and wake up your sweet (almost) three-year-old and he slits open his little eyes, stretches, and gives you a big smile as you gently turn up the dimmer on his light switch? And then you walk over and scoop up the little love and give him a big squeeze and say “Good morning sunshine”? Don’t you love it that he squeezes back and nuzzles in your neck and says “Good morning Mama, I love you”?
Don’t you love it when he says “Mama. . .I think I peed in my underwear last night”?
And then you feel the cold wet spot all up and down your shirt and the only pants that are clean. You realize you have to decide between spot washing the pee pants or digging something dirty out of the laundry and it makes your stomach do a little flip-flop.
Don’t you love it when, right when you think you might just freak out, you realize, you know what, you don’t even care? And you give him another big hug and a kiss and say “It’s okay honey, accidents happen.”
Don’t you love it when, no matter what, you just know it’s going to be a good day?