I had a wonderful weekend meeting a bevy of thinkers and doers who are creating and making and inspiring. I left Grace's house with a list of new authors to read, a new rum to buy, and (most importantly) new friendships to develop.
I'm experiencing fabulous post-WoolfCamp contentedness. I admit I'm not used to writing when I'm happy. Everything looks not-quite-right. Too much shiny-happy-rainbow?
No more overtime this week. I know there are folks out there who love the money, but I could not be more thrilled. I'm looking forward to seeing my son for a whole three hours a day again; last week I was lucky if I got to spend half an hour with him. And let's be honest, when you only see your toddler for a half hour, every one of those excruciating 30 minutes is devoted to The Whine.
I'm thrilled to be back to normal levels of I-hardly-see-my-kid-and-no-one's-the-better-for-it.
Gabriel's been begging me to bake cookies with him. He sees his aunt and grandma all crafty in the kitchen, and he wonders how come I never pull the fancy red KitchenAid down from on top of the fridge. Because I'm always tired, that's why. And besides, Laura and Grandma are more accomplished cookie-makers. They've had lots more practice.
He asked me again this morning as we were bundling out the door.
How much more time do I have before baking with his mom is LAME or EMBARRASSING? Cherish the small moments, right?
I've decided I'm going to make my favorite oatmeal chocolate chip cookies some time before the week's out. Maybe I'll even take pictures! Who knows?
Sincerely hoping that everyone has a beautiful week full of glitter and unicorns, or whatever it is that makes you smile.