This evening, I went out for my usual “hour off” at Starbucks — just me, a book, and a cappucino with whipped cream. (Another thing I know I will miss when I go back to the States — they don’t sweeten their whipped cream here, which I think is AWESOME.)
As much as I deeply, truly love my children, having an hour where I don’t have to be “on” is great. It really isn’t so much about having a break from changing diapers or kissing boo boos, it’s more that I’m not “in charge”, I’m not responsible for anyone or anything for a little while. My brain can rest. I can put myself first for a few blissful minutes, without having to put anyone else second. It’s really nice.
This evening, walking back, it was chilly and raining . . . which I love. I decided, on my walk back in the rain, that this is my third favorite kind of weather (after 65 degrees and sunny, and then any kind of snow). I think I may actually be another species, because I don’t think very many human beings LOVE cold and wet weather. All the people I passed on the street were bundled up and under umbrellas, hurrying to their destinations, while I grinned and barely kept myself from skipping down the sidewalk.
Now, after dinner and baths and stories, the kids are sleeping. I’m sitting and listening to Miles Davis. Today was a very good day.