One of those days…
May 31st, 2007 by Tana
I’m sitting here on the couch typing on our notebook computer. The windows are open, the birds are singing, there is nice classical music playing softly on the radio. Ben is outside playing. Joey is asleep. It’s just about as close to perfect as you could possibly get.
And I deserve it, after all.
Joey has got this whining-turned-into-wailing thing going on that I just quite haven’t figured out yet. I mean, he used to just whine when his pants needed changing or if he was hungry. But when he whines all the time and you did both those things within the last fifteen minutes, it’s hard to know what to do. Yesterday at the chiropractor, he cried the entire time I was being treated [God bless the saint who was kind enough to hold him].
He’s been crying every morning on our walks, starting about when we’re halfway done which is when we’re just about as far from home as we can possibly be so there’s no cutting it short or anything. This morning, though, I figured out a magic trick to use while we’re walking when he starts to fuss. At first I talk to him and tell him I’m there and blabber to him for a moment. That worked for a while, but then he got more intense. So I started singing. At first, just when I needed to. Then more and more until I was singing the entire time. [I know, I know. Exercise isn’t doing you any good if you can sing while you’re doing it – you should be more out-of-breath than that. I say, To hell with the experts. They should be glad I’m taking a 45 minute walk instead of sitting on my duff on the couch.]
Ben’s favorite song was Shall We Go for a Walk Today? I’d stop singing and he’d start right up singing that one, no matter what other songs I had sung in the mean time. He loves riding in the stroller when we go on our walks. Ah, the simple things that make children happy.
We got back from our walk. I fed Ben breakfast, then sent him outside to play. That is, work. If you asked him if he played outside today, he will tell you, No, I worked. Must. Use. Correct. Terminology. So he’s working, and I’m playing.
Really, I am going to be productive today. But such a perfect morning was meant to be enjoyed. Perhaps some knitting is in order. I love it when I sit on the couch and listen to classical music and feel the soft breeze on my face. It’s one of those places I image I’m at when things are, well, not like that. Which sometimes they are. But that’s okay. I always have these moments to come back to, even if only in my mind.
Breathe deeply. Relax. All is well. For now.
Teeth?