Well, we're stuck at home, alone, for another weekday. Living in Chicago in January, it's to be expected... too cold & snowy to take the little miss anywhere. Again, it's another moment of mixed emotion: I'm delighted that I don't have to leave the house (to say, go to work), but at the same time, I CAN'T leave the house. Which is a bummer, because this week has been pretty quiet.
(Hmm, maybe that's why she started a blog...)
So my wonderful, darling, dear husband goes to leave for work, and it occurs to me, wow it's Friday. It certainly doesn't mean as much to me as it did when I was working, and didn't have a child to watch on the weekends, but it does mean that I get to sleep in tomorrow & have an English-speaking person to hang out with.
My point is, don't the days all seem to blend together? And isn't that really cool sometimes? I mean, to have no idea what date/day/time it is on any given day is such a relaxing thought. To go from analyzing every minute of the day, maximizing every hour for efficiency as I tried to do while teaching (previous profession), to taking things moment by moment and focus on what's best for my baby, is just amazing.
And I'm really grateful for it.
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