The Day That Unfolded Itself

You know how sometimes you just have to leave the house by 9am or else your insides feel like rotten peaches still wearing their pajamas? Today was not one of those days. Today I let the day unfold itself. The children steered. I sat in the back seat with my hands over my mouth and my foot off the imaginary brake. And you know what happened? We are having a most lovely time of it! It's already 3:30 and I have more energy left in me than I've had in four years.














The day started softly as we ate a leisurely breakfast where everyone ate (including poor Sadie who is not at all fooled by the stirring in of extra chicken to mask the medicinal flavor of Panacur). We played upstairs in the office while listening to Metallica on youtube (a surprisingly fun way to begin a day). After a stress free getting-toddler-and-baby-dressed session (never happened before in my life) we set out for a walk around the neighborhood, followed by a nice tandem swing at the park. Tandem as in Grayson allowed me to cram his tall limbs in one of the baby swings so I could push them both without running between them like a tennis ball but way fatter. Then, without tantrum or even partial argument we strolled home, had lunch where hallelujah everyone ate again (2 sandwiches for G even!) and we played some more.

Grayson found a costume which kept him busy for an hour.



















Not because he was healing or giving shots but because he was taunting his little sister with the end of the stethoscope and then ripping it from her grasp at the last possible second. You'd think, "mean!" but she loved it. She laughs, Grayson repeats. It's their thing. Who am I to stand in their way of some demented game of cat and mouse? I'm diggin the back seat, you guys. Maybe it is better to let go of the proverbial reigns more often and just see what happens. I bet you ten dollars I wake up tomorrow, forget how unrushed and unmanic this afternoon has been and decide we must absolutely must take everyone to the dentist on a Friday. For the first time ever. Poor, poor mommy brains just can't let go entirely, can they?