It’s Sunday morning. I’m still in bed. I certainly didn’t
plan to sleep late but I’m secretly relishing the fact that it’s quiet and I’m
alone to stretch out in bed. My head aches a dull pain reminding me I stayed up
too late reading a new book. Oh yes, and Sean woke up at 1:30am crying that his
toe hurt badly (oh so badly, mommy!). He hurt his baby toe playing on the
trampoline next door during Emily’s graduation party last night. Nothing says a
good party like a sprained toe.
The ceiling fan is humming overhead, and I tuck the covers
under my chin and snuggle in for a little longer.
I’m wearing my blue Lands End PJs. I changed the sheets a
few days ago and they still feel fresh. I silently thank Jeff for buying the
600 thread count sheets that I thought were a waste of money. Heaven knows I’m
not going to admit it to him, but I love the indulgent, soft feel.
I hear Jeff cuddling with Sean in his room. They’re talking
about his toe. I’d love to sneak down there to see them and maybe snap a photo,
but I know the magic would be lost. These two need the time to connect on their
own.
I feel the gnawing, grumbling of my tummy. I want to eat
breakfast, and I remember we have a few donuts leftover from Country Donuts
from yesterday. So much for getting back to eating healthy.
I check my email on my Kindle Fire, and I’m excited to hear
from my friend Kelly. She & her family moved to Iowa last year. I miss her.
I’m about to check on my Facebook, but Sean & Jeff climb
into bed with me. Ah, I love these boys. I roll over to put my Kindle down on
the nightstand and my headache pounds in my sinuses, reminding me I need to
take some Advil before tackling the day. But first, a smile & hug from my
little man. Now that’s some good medicine.
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