Goodnight Monday
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Happy Birthday Husband!
Drip. Drip. Drip. I hear the rain hitting my window at now predictable intervals.
It has been coming down all day in spurts and not once did I catch the sun break through the clouds. Rain isn’t unusual for us this time of year but rain all day is. There have been quite a few fires lately so this is a welcome rain.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Macie is in her bed, as is Henley, neither are sleeping. At any minute one of them will be calling me for something in typical kid fashion, a drink, a paci, a trip to the bathroom. I am sitting in my room with the Netflix menu up on the screen, no real commitment to begin a show. Today was such a Monday. Nothing overly great or terrible, just enough ugh to be a Monday. Today was also my husband’s birthday. Isn’t it so sad how birthdays lose their luster as we age? It was pretty great seeing the girls’ faces light up celebrating the day with him though.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
As I sit here uncommitted to much of anything I run through the day’s event in my head and I think of the day to come. I mentally plan a list of things to do tomorrow, reviewing my meeting schedule to plan a time for a workout. I think of things I would like to do with this hour or two of free time. I could take a relaxing bath, read a few chapters of my book, have an uninterrupted conversation with my husband.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Henley has summoned me to her room. Sometimes it’s just easier to give in than to try and teach her a life lesson about falling asleep on her own. I sit on her bedroom floor with the realization that I will be accomplishing nothing tonight, which I am mostly okay with due to my level of energy at the moment. There’s always tomorrow I think in typical procrastinator fashion.
I wait for her deep breaths to begin for a moment to sneak away to my room. A chance to sink into my bed, pull the covers to my chin and fall asleep to the sound of the rain coming down. Turns out that this sounds like the perfect ending to my night after all. Goodnight Monday.
