Last night was the first night Babydaddy was back in the regular routine of taking the Fiend on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I had a lovely night out with some of my girlfriends. We ate, laughed, drank and two of us ended up going dancing. It was wonderful to be out on my own as a non-mommy without the pressure of the guilt associated with asking someone to watch the Fiend.
But then I got home and it felt so empty. I tried to sleep but couldn’t. I laid on the couch and turned on a movie. I just couldn’t get settled. I rattled around until the wee hours and finally dropped off to sleep for a precious few hours.
In the morning I awoke to a fresh blanket of white. I made a steaming mug of tea and stood outside the back door watching Bayou jump and playing. New fallen snow softens all the edges. It lends a stillness and quiet to the morning. It was in this stillness that I remembered the importance of such moments. I remembered the importance of being able to appreciate the stillness, the quiet and the solitude. I took a deep breath and found myself ready for the new day.
