A teacher's summer is weekendless. A Monday morning can be wilder than a Saturday night. The days run together. But one of the joys of a return to work is the remembrance of a weekend's importance. Two days to do nothing. Two days to be together. To stay in jammies and read in bed. To loaf around and be silly. To dance to Madonna who is, by the way, staging a huge comeback in our house. And Madonna helps one little curly headed spitfire get going on Monday. So weekend is kinda like week in training. Because we need a bit of extra fuel to get through those five days. A bit more fire. A few more laughs.
So while I did indeed go to the dark side, I can proudly say that I'm on the up and up. And sometimes going to the dark side is pretty cool because when you feel better, you wonder whatever made you think it was so hard. And then you feel extra capable. So I'm working with my cool, mellow, capable self this week. I'm hitting the sleep training (Drowsy But Awake, my new mantra...), trying to put my feet up a bit more, remembering to go slow when I can cuz goodness knows, it always picks up. So there. Back at it. In it. On it.
Love it.
4 comments:
So precious! Adorable photos! Snuggling and cuddling in bed are probably one of the greatest joys of motherhood. Glad you're back on top!
And sometimes going to the dark side is pretty cool because when you feel better, you wonder whatever made you think it was so hard. And then you feel extra capable. amen sister. xo
love those photos of you and your brood in the bed . . .
and elie dancing? so. awesome.
xoxo
gillian, it was so nice meeting you and both your loves. and now i can read your words and enjoy them even more. much love.
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