Doing Nothing
We’re on the brink of some pretty big changes around here. Next week I’ll start teaching Kindergarten half time and Maggie will spend her mornings with another caregiver. We’ve got an amazing nanny that we’ll be sharing with another family and I feel really good about the situation, but I still have a lump in my throat knowing that this change is coming. I have been lucky enough to be home with her for these past two years and I’ve been savoring our mornings together lately and know that soon I’ll be rushing out the door leaving her with Barry to start her day.
I’ve also been feeling like I haven’t really SEEN Barry in a while. We talk, text, e-mail all the time, but sometimes our days seem to start off with a BANG and don’t slow down until we’re crawling into bed….so we scheduled this weekend on the calendar about a month ago to just Be and Do Nothing. Oh, boy. My parents were gracious enough (you know, it’s like pulling teeth to get them to take Maggie…I kid, I kid) to take both Maggie and Syd for two nights. Barry and I had countless conversations about whether we should pack up and go somewhere, but what we just came back to was that we just wanted to spend time together without interruption. So, we’ve been home and it has been a perfect Do Nothing Weekend.
We did go to Ballard for a bit, downtown Edmonds, out to eat a few times, a movie, a bookstore, and this morning we read the newspaper in bed until our fingers turned black. So, we haven’t exactly done nothing. But we have successfully ignored some projects that need to get done around the house and both of us are fine with that. Yesterday we were both up and out of bed by 7 o’clock, but we had french toast this morning at 11 o’clock and I think on this final morning of our Do Nothing Weekend we’re finally unwinding. It feels good.
But having a quiet house is a bit odd and uncomfortable. There isn’t a Pug snuggled in between our legs on the couch and a child running around entertaining us. We’ve been able to talk, touch, and converse freely for two whole days and it has left us both wondering what in the world we did before we had Maggie. What did we do with our time?
Most of all, I feel recharged and ready to approach this next phase in our lives. Busy mornings, missed moments, and trust in others to care for my beloved child….I’m ready and I know that Barry is too. Because, lord knows, we’ve had enough time to talk about it.
Until the next change…..which just so happens to be a little baby….in January.
Eeeeeek!
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