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0615 wakeup. Stumble to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee (which I thankfully had all set out the night before…just had to push a button.) Read a Psalm and half of a chapter in my PWOC Bible study book. Drink more coffee. Check email. Facebook. Publish blog post.
Baby’s awake. Get up baby. Put him in underware. Nurse baby. Russ comes home. Make toast for Ezra. Stick him in front of the TV with toast. Jump in the shower. Breathe a sigh of relief when Russ says he wants Tim Hortons for breakfast.
Pack Ezra lunch… bologna/cheese sandwhich, yogurt, fruit, crackers. Put almonds in a baggie, eating a few for breakfast. Put almonds and apple in my purse. Pack diaper bag. Ask Russ to dress the baby.
Somewhere in there I got dressed, took my allergy meds, stuck my hair in a pony tail, brushed my teeth, packed Russell’s lunch, and got together the stuff to go back to the library.
We left the house together, having a quick family hug before putting Ezra in his car seat. Jumped into Russell’s lap in the front seat of his car for another quick kiss. Got into my car and managed to leave the house relatively on time, if you consider leaving at 0833 the same thing as “leaving between 0815 and 0830.”
We followed each other to post, driving separate cars because our schedules were taking us on different paths, not to intersect for the rest of the day. He would be at work. I would be at the hospital (allergy clinic, then pediatrics, then the lab), then the babysitters, then behavioral health, then the library, then back to the babysitters.
I drove, listening to happy music in the car, thinking about the day ahead. The morning was hectic…grab and go breakfast, not much family time. But I kept thinking, “I’m livin’ the dream.”
I’m a busy mom. We have two cars. A beautiful son. Good friends that we can count on in a pinch when the CDC gets booked up. “Free” health care and personal counseling. He’s home from Afghanistan for good, and we are finally on a relatively normal schedule.
Our love is strong, even if it’s just a quick family hug and a brief kiss in the front seat of a car.
The day was long, exhausting, and far from perfect. There were lots of toddler fits, a longer-than expected wait at the lab, which made me have to rush dropping Ezra off at the sitters. Therapy was exhausting. I’ve been in my pajamas since I got home. Ezra and I got a short nap and then we’ve been having lazy TV/Facebook time all afternoon because I’m too tired to get off the couch. I just refilled Ezra’s juice cup with apple juice…I know that I did it, because I can see him drinking it. But I have no recollection of actually doing it. And it’s after 5PM and Russ still hasn’t left work. Something makes me doubt that we will make it to church tonight.
The other day Russ apologized to me…something about this not being the life that I expected when I got married, or maybe not being the husband that I expected to be married to. Something like that. But I assured him that this life is exactly what I want.
Even on hectic mornings, crazy days, and lazy afternoons… I love my life.