This morning, I did not want to get out of bed. I just wanted to lay and feel sorry for myself. I'm down, and I wanted time to be down. So when Christian turned his light on, and knocked on his door yelling "MOMMA" and "DAAADDY" I pulled the covers over my head. Danny went and got the boy and brought him into our bed. Christian kissed me good morning, and made it just that: a good morning.
I clipped coupons while Danny painted our kitchen (I helped a little). I played with Christian before taking him out to run errands...in the middle of the day on a weekday (something that NEVER happens). When we got home I made calls (am selling my desk, and buying Christian a new bed on Craig's list), then headed outside. I had purchased 4 frames (at $3 each at IKEA) that I painted. While the paint dried I mulched our garden beds.
A friend that was let go from our company after 30 years a couple of months ago called me. I fought tears as we talked. That was the only moment that I made the connection with the fact that this isn't a vacation day, but more like a new chapter in my life.
I have a long "To-Do" list for this week. Not because I am afraid of becoming bored, but I need distraction. I will definitely have some pictures of my projects to post...just you wait and see. :-)