I’m not going to lie. It’s pretty busy around these parts. There are very few moments where I can really sit down and do absolutely nothing. Wait – I’m sorry – did I say very few? I meant none. Silly me.
Case in point, it’s 9:30PM on a Sunday night and I’ve been sitting on the couch checking some emails, planning a baby shower, and ignoring the laundry that is in the dryer. In a minute, I’m going to grab a sports bra and some gym shorts (so I don’t have to come down here in the morning before I get dressed) and go upstairs to bed. I would have loved to have a few hours to spare tonight to watch a movie. Or even better, have the energy to watch a movie.
Tomorrow morning, at about 6AM, Harry will wake me up and it will be go, go, go until probably about 9:30PM. No stops, no breaks, no rest. But there will be one thing. The swings.
My kid loves the swings. He cries when we don’t stop to swing, he cries if I stop too early… but the pure glee on his face the second he realizes that we really are stopping for the swings is indescribable. The laughter and smile a million miles wide during that first push makes all the busy melt away. Harry on the swings is my own “stop and smell the roses.” He forces me to unwind, even if only for a few minutes. I focus on the color of the sky or the smell of the breeze or the way his hair flares out in the wind. I hear his laughter and I count to ten, over and over. In English, in Spanish, in French. I chase him and he giggles.
So while I wish I had a little more breathing room throughout the rest of the day, I’ll settle for our time on the swing. It’s pretty amazing for both of us.
And there you have it – a peek into R.Simple (Busy) Lives. Every night, swings for days.