Honestly I just want to write right now so I can remember this feeling.
This weekend, for the first time since Critter was born, the holidays were…nice. Like, they were not easy and I spent a decent part of the Saturday and Sunday mornings feeling rushed, like I was doing a terrible job of paying attention to my family, and like I was scrambling just to keep up.
But when all was said and done, as soon as we were sitting down with our family at our Passover Seders and Easter Celebrations, everything came together. We got to relax. The children were festive. They survived the dreaded sleep ritual of going to bed at one place, getting transferred to the car to go home and being put back to bed in their cribs at home. To Glitter’s credit, she even slept through the night both nights after all of these shenanigans.
My brother came into town, which was wonderful. Hilariously the Easter Bunny brought Critter a wallet. He has been coveting Marcus’ and now he has his own complete with his own monies ($2)! He loves to carry it around and open and close it and God two year olds are just hysterical.
This is the dream, right?
To close out the weekend, a bizarre spirit of productivity took hold of me. I purged a garbage bag worth of old clothes from my closet, I cleaned the master bathroom, folded my laundry, re-did my pedicure, did a workout video, dealt with a bag of blankets and bedding that had been sitting at the end of our bed SINCE WE MOVED IN JULY.
I don’t know either. It all made sense at the time and while I was doing each of these things it was like time stopped or something so I just went with it.
Now, I’ve taken a moment to put my feet up.