Piece of Cake.
This morning, I feel anew.
This morning, I slept until 6.
This morning, I let my husband sleep until almost 7:30.
This morning, I had a happy, and most importantly, healthy six-week old come with me to wake up his big sister, and play in her bed for a while, giggles aplenty.
This morning, I had a three-year old who ate her breakfast, got dressed, and almost brushed her teeth without a meltdown in sight.
This morning, the sun is shining over my amazing view of a tranquil, yet pulsing-in-its-own-way suburban landscape.
This morning, my three-year old beat the demons and anxiety of the past six weeks out of her head and gleefully skipped into her teacher’s arms at school for the first time in weeks. And we were almost on time.
This morning, the Starbucks girl didn’t charge me for my second latte.
This morning, I answered some work emails without any typos from over-exhaustion, emptied the dishwasher and the Diaper Genie, and folded laundry before 10.
This morning, I might get to squeeze in a shower.
This morning, I feel like I can do this whole “mother of 2” thing.
Piece of cake.
And this morning, I will have that, too.