This morning brought forth a new routine. Â A new bed and a new room to wake up in. Â New things to do in the morning, new times to do them. Â Of course, it was completely off schedule. Â The frog princess woke up later than usual (7:20 a.m.!). Â She’s been beat by this past weekend courtesy of having stayed up late 2 nights in a row. Â Last night at midnight, we experienced a night terror but thankfully she was back in bed within the hour.
As I rushed this morning to find something to wear, shoes, a shirt, etc. I realized that this is a beginning and I am happy even if a tad bit frazzled. Â And shoeless. Â I am shoeless. Â The big box of shoes sitting happily in the walk-in closet at the other house. Thank God I can wear flip flops to work! Â I left my oatmeal on the go in a box in the living room along with Ritz crackers, lime tortilla chips and spaghetti sauce. But I think I had my sanity in my back pocket.
I came home and the bedtime routine is completely off. Â Leaving the frog princess in her new room sans the fairies on the wall or her name with butterflies perched on the ends doesn’t seem right. Â It doesn’t help that she starts wailing as not only is this a new room in a house that she is familiar with but the crib has been dropped for her safety. Â I take her back into my bed. Â I got bed rails to make sure she doesn’t fall from my old new bed (it’s a queen). Â After much winking, grinning, singing and threats that I do not mean, she falls asleep. I’m beat. Â But I am also hungry.
I get up out of bed and sit on the couch. Â Watch a little television. Â Finally, I rise from my perch and do dishes (I think something is wrong with the dishwasher that no one ever uses and I’m none too happy about this travesty). Â I make my famous love pasta (wouldn’t you like the recipe!). Â I eat. I sit some more.
I realize I am sitting in silence. Â In my mother’s house. Â Alone. Â I don’t think that’s ever happened. My frog princess is asleep in what used to be my mother’s room. Â I cooked in her prized pots, washed dishes in the sink she also stood over. Â I have a deep sense of peace about me.
Today was not an easy day but, my mother’s house is once again my own. Â She is tucked away in places all around this house. Â The paint she picked out for the family room. Â The chandeliers I bought her for Christmas one year (much to her delight). Â The beautiful curtains that she made for the front living room that are exquisite, regal and simple all at the same time. Â That makes me happy. Â To be in my mother’s house. Â To Â now call it my own again.
On this Monday, I am grateful for little things that are now big and for big things that I now realize are little. Â How was your day?