This morning, I woke up after a LONG night of restless sleep. I am starting to get the cold that everyone has been passing back and forth, from which I had seemed immune, and all during the night I kept waking up because my head hurt or my throat was dry or a weird little cough was percolating. And when I wasn't dealing with cold issues, every dream I had was centered around vintage glass, which stands to reason since I pretty much fell asleep studying a guide book on that subject. In my dream I couldn't find my book and couldn't figure out if I the candy dish in my hand was vintage or just junk. It was a really frustrating night!
I'm not walking to work today, because I have to run some errands right at 5 tonight, so that actually has given me an extra 15-20 minutes to just be me, the old me before I had somewhere to be early every morning.
I got the kids off to school, my hair was halfway to just damp, my clothes were picked out and I knew I did not want cold cereal for breakfast. The only thing that sounded good was something I hadn't had in ages: two fried eggs and a slice of buttered toast. I turned on my playlist titled, "Country Songs From My Childhood," and it is as rocking as it sounds.
I sang along to the Oak Ridge Boys and Mac Davis as I made the most perfect eggs of my life. When I sat down to eat, the joy I felt over something so simple reminded me that I must take moments for myself. I'm no good as a mom or a wife when I get cranky and worn down.
Who knew two fried eggs and a slice of buttered toast would be so rejuvenating? I feel ready to tackle the rest of my day, the rest of my week even!