What I'm Reading
Children are From Heaven
By John Gray

Have you heard this song yet?
It has some pretty lyrics
and I'm sure they'll show up here before too long

Here is a wonderful journal I just discovered

This woman is awesome!

We're in this really fantastic apartment in the city. It's kind of strange though 'cause the refrigerator is really small and a two-liter bottle of Coca-Cola doesn't fit in it. We're also very naked.

Suddenly I hear music where a moment ago everything was quiet.The alarm clock shows the time as 5:20am, although it is really 4:50am. I roll over and cuddle with Hubby for a few more precious minutes while we procrastinate on the start of our day.

He reluctantly gets out of bed ten minutes later and I scoot over to the still-warm space he just vacated, snuggle with his pillow and glance at the clock. I promise myself I'll only stay in bed for another 8 minutes, thenI'll get up. I hear Punkin rustling sleepily around in her own bed in the other room and I smile.

My eyes pop open and I realize the shower has just turned off. Quick! Look at the clock! Oops... it's been 15 minutes. I stumble out of bed, plug in my curling iron and make the bed while I mentally go through my closet for what clothes might be weather-appropriate, wrinkle-free and clean. Oh, and comfortable. What do I have going on at work today anyway?

Lunches and snacks are gathered for the day, Hubby gets kisses and hugs before he leaves for work, and I begin the whole "getting ready routine." Brush my teeth, wash my face, apply the makeup, dry the hair, while pausing every once in a while to attempt to wake up Punkin so she can get ready for school.

Ok, spray the hair, find some earrings and my watch and I'm done. Now to bribe, beg and cajole Punkin out of bed. It takes a while today, but she finally comes around. We have 30 minutes until the designated "muffins or nomuffins" time. I can never tell how the next 30 minutes will play out. Sometimes everything just clicks and we're out the door, in the car, taking her "favorite way" to school with plenty of time to spare. Other times, like today, she dawdles and stalls and pouts and tells me not to talk to her while we do the "preschooler dance of (not) getting ready."

We're finally in the car (sans muffins) and suddenly she is Little Miss Cheerful. Dropping her off at school is a breeze and I drive on to work.

There are schedules to juggle, letters to type, filing to be done (still),meeting notes to edit, articles to post, copies to be made, meetings to schedule and confirm, conference calls to arrange, and organizational charts to be done and redone. Somewhere in there is a call or two with Hubby and a chat or three with Erika.

I make it through the day with some well-timed caffeine breaks and a few lost moments of daydreaming or watching the daycare kids out my window.

As the workday comes to a close, I make my list for tomorrow and promise myself (again) that I'll actually get around to some of that filing...tomorrow, really. This time I mean it.

Off goes the computer, the radio and the monitor. The drawers to my desk get locked, I throw on my coat, grab my bag and I'm outtie.

Punkin is excited to see me at daycare, nearly knocking me over with a happy little running hug. We gather her things and scamper out to the car. Once she's buckled in, we're on our way home.

Hubby is already there. Dinner is made and eaten, dishes are cleaned up and put away, and we relax for a short while before Punkin's bedtime.

There are occasions where bedtime is a two-parent task and tonight is no exception. She has our total attention and revels in it. A book is read, hugs and kisses are exchanged, the "goodnight moon" is turned on, the bedroom light is turned off, and the door is shut behind us.

We exhale and make our way downstairs. Is there laundry to fold? Bills to pay? Something special on TV? Something to read? Are we just gonna sit and chat?

Soon we are on our way back upstairs to bed. We snuggle under the covers for a few minutes before I start to doze.

Hubby and I are laughing and holding hands as Punkin dances and giggles in a big grassy field by a huge oak tree with big green leaves under a very blue sky. I look up and notice the big, white, fluffy clouds. I suddenly remember I can fly...

Yep. It's just another day.

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