Just fyi, I finished off the lemon loaf this morning, with some nice java from the Roaster. It was lovely.
Jones is napping and I laid down on the couch for a bit to catch my breath from the morning’s activities and think about how I probably won’t be able to appreciate the special things about now — life with one two-year-old boy — until this next little one enters the world. I’ve completely forgotten what it was like to be needed so much by something so little and helpless. (Because now I can admit, with pride and a slight sting in my heart, that to my little boy, I have become “the person I play/put up with when DAD, the most amazing person alive, is not around.” I do still own the badge for “the person I want when I feel like puking.” I don’t think dad wants that one, anyway.) And I don’t even realize how good I have it, being able to leave for a few hours without having to subject myself to that evil machine known as ‘the breast pump’ (I hate that thing). Or getting two whole hours of quiet bliss in the afternoons, all to myself, with which to do whatever I please. All of that, I hope and pray, is about to be interrupted and dramatically changed. It will be a while (possibly a long while) before I can virtually guarantee alone time during the day. (But I’ll have that oh-so-tiny little baby to hold!!) So I’m attempting to really savor and enjoy the special things of now for the next two and half months.. which means I’ve been baking a lot in the afternoons, and doing a lot of blog reading, and taking the occasional nap, and eating ice cream in the quiet.
I think I’m gonna get some now.