You know what we have done today?
Nothing.
Well, not really nothing, but that to-do list is still sitting on my table, waiting to be looked over, checked off (er, and now added to), is simply untouched.
I tried folding clothes, but it’s difficult when your curious baby finds neatly folded clothes interesting to dig through. After folding and refolding a few times, I gave up on the laundry portion of my afternoon, and after a mid-nap wake up, I realized nothing that I had planned for my day was going to go the way I had imagined.
Since Win isn’t feeling well, I took him to the couch to lay with me. Normally, he squirms, cries, or does a death dive off of me to get away, but today- Oh, today.
Instead of struggling to move away from me, he stayed on my chest for 30 minutes. 30 minutes of complete motherhood bliss, which may not sound like much to you, but to me, is everything. Every now and then, he would crane his neck back to look at me, giving me a sweet smile, and then turn back away. He was rhythmically moving his feet against my legs, while keeping one arm wrapped tightly around mine. With every tiny move I made, he would respond by grasping that arm even tighter. He was clinging to me, not understanding that I wouldn’t dare break up a snuggle session so soon.
After 30 minutes passed, he was once again ready to go, so we played more fold/unfold, and then he ate while I boredom baked. After I finished my cookie batter, I realized Win was covered in avocado. We played in the bath, and now, he is finally asleep in his crib.
Now I can do everything I need to. Now I can attack that to-do list, and maybe find time for a little mid-day yoga. I caught myself saying “Ian is going to kill me when he gets home,” but I’m starting to realize that days like today are the memories of tomorrow. Will I remember that day I made sure everything was perfectly clean? Will I remember how I cleaned the sink meticulously after doing all the dishes? Will I remember the shiny floors?
Or will I remember the baby who just wanted to hang out on his Mom? The one who wanted to paint himself in avocado? The little boy who wanted to splash in the bath?
I think my day was just right.
XO
