Priorities

For the recovery time after my son was born, my mom gave me a pink, fuzzy bathrobe that's like a snuggie reversed. I still use it by putting it over whatever I'm wearing to be toasty warm. It's hard to get out of that pink, fuzzy bathrobe on many days, but I can almost always upgrade to a maxi skirt, yoga pants, or jeggings with a warm sweater or scarf. (Comfort and toastiness are priorities to me.)

Today I had a plan of to-dos but got to enjoy some Ta-Das instead, and I did it all in that pink, fuzzy bathrobe. Now I'm sitting here, recovering from my decidedly right choices.

My son got some extra Mom energy from me today, because I had it! We changed his simple bedding (with his favorite character Woody on it--excitement all around), tidied his room (he loves a clean room), and got him dressed ("Mom, I wuv this shirt! It's my favorite shirt ever!"). All this led up to what he's been wanting the most: to have his car track from Christmas set up. It worked out nicely.

I got a couple small loads of laundry in during this. Then I planned to use the sauna while my son played, buuuuut....my energy allowance ran out. Surprise!

It's ok though. Look at everything I've done! That's more than most mornings, or even days. It's unpredictable how much I'll be able to do, so I have learned to roll with it.

My energy is like an allowance; if I spend it all in one place, I get to wait for awhile to get paid again. Even though the allowance has gotten slimmer and slimmer (and when I will run out is always a grand surprise), I still have allowance, which is very cool indeed.

The happiness of my son as we worked and played together is the Ta-Da that trumps any of my to-dos. Even as I reclined here, he popped in to update me on his cool track (with cars I repaired twice bit still are only crawling). Now he's sitting with me playing with the cars.

This pink, fuzzy bathrobe is great for snuggling, even though he's not a baby anymore.

This pink, fuzzy bathrobe worn midday used to invoke feelings of failure and disappointment of not getting enough done. Now I wear it in complete comfort, knowing I spent my morning the right way. The happiness in my boy's face proves that.

I'm feeling a little boost now. It's time to go race these cars!