I am so happy, in that supreme blissful way. I have a life to be envied, with two of the cutest boys ever and a husband who could be a model for all other men.
If you haven’t figured it out, I had a good weekend. What did we do? Nothing. We bought groceries and chilled the rest of the weekend. It was some awesome bonding time for all four of us and relaxed me enough that I feel prepared to take on the week ahead.
By the end of last week, I was starting to get annoyed with everyone. PJ couldn’t do anything right, and M was irritating me at least once an hour (not that I let on). I was worried that maybe things weren’t as perfect in my world as I’d assumed for the past few years. I was letting insecurities in.
Then one weekend chock-full of quality time, and all is right in my world again. It turns out that M really is as sweet and thoughtful as I remembered, and nothing can go wrong if he’s holding me. My kids are hilarious and really pretty well-behaved, considering their ages. (Well, PJ is. BabyN is astoundingly obedient and easygoing. Yeah, everyone should want this baby.)
So this morning I woke up content. I always worry a little that this kind of happiness is an omen of bad luck in my future, but I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’m planning to just let this happiness overwhelm me as I bask in it. The future can take care of itself when it happens, but I won’t be able to get this moment of supreme bliss back.
So excuse me as I go enjoy my children, one of whom is walking around with a sock on his hand (“sock puppet”) and the other of whom is cooing at the top of his lungs (“ga ga googoo GA”).