Why do we have to do Mondays? I find Mondays to often be the busiest, craziest days of the week. Perhaps it’s the getting back on schedule after a two-day break or the cleanup after a weekend of fun…whatever it is I’d rather skip them all together. Today is no different except for one sweet moment.
Amidst the piles of laundry waiting to be done, my two older girls fighting (home from school for Columbus Day–thanks, Columbus), my little boy leaving a trail of Honeycomb from the kitchen to my bedroom, and the TV blasting Barney, I rocked my two-month-old to sleep. Instead of anxiously waiting for my baby to fall asleep so I could get on the computer and write today’s post, I crept away from the chaos to the bedroom where I gently rocked her until her eyes closed, and then I continued to rock her, savoring the moment. I knew once I put her down for her nap my typical Monday would resume and I wasn’t ready for it to do so. Of course it has, as I’m sitting here writing this post. But I can still feel her little head on my shoulder and the gentle swaying of the rocking chair and I feel like I might survive the madness that is my Monday. –Emily