I'm up early on a day off. The house is quiet, everyone's still asleep. It's my selfish me time. I can sit back, enjoy my cup of coffee, read my book and wait for the sun to come up. If I could have a morning like this just once a week, I'd be one extremely happy mama.
I'm going to use some of this time to try to get ahead for the day - get the laundry going, walk the dog and get my shower. It's going to be a busy day. Bubba's birthday party is tomorrow and we still have some last minute shopping to do for his party. It's hard to believe he'll be three already. On one hand, it makes me feel sad. On the other, I feel so proud because he's getting to be such a big boy! I just wish I could slow time down some, be able to enjoy it more instead of feeling like time is flying right by.
He and I spent a good hour outside yesterday evening, just the two of us, good ole one-on-one time... playing basketball. We had such a good time. He's starting to try to dribble the ball and it's so funny watching him smack the ball open-handed. We teased each other about being able to "steal" the ball from each other. And he decided it'd be a good idea to incorporate some football into the equation and tackle me. Too cute.
Sometimes it's hard being on my own with two kids. At times, I feel like I'm not being fair to either one of them because it's rare that they get my undivided, individual attention. Moments like last night feel great. I got to connect with Bubba, enjoy him for the little person that he is, instead of enjoying him as part of the whole (the whole family). If I could just figure out a way to winnow out 20-30 minutes each day to focus on them individually... There has to be some way. It'll take some brainstorming.