Monday, December 22, 2014

The first day of Christmas Break

On a rainy, gloomy day, I'm listening to melancholy Christmas music, while Sarah's girls slumber on their first day off from school.

The plans are to meet Sarah for lunch because she's working then we're going to Movies.

The weekend was crazily filled with family, Christmas celebrations, Bar Church and obligations to be elsewhere so today ... everyone's tired.

Don't get me wrong ... there were some wonderful moments ... but so much agenda was packed into the hours ... they were easy to miss and enjoy to their fullest.

Too much stuff ... too many commitments ... too many people to keep happy ... easily lead to frustration.

"You can always say 'No'", Sarah tells me and she's right though my nature is be positive, please people and move on to whatever's next.

Throw in my proclivity to not share things which I deem unimportant or insignificant and the frustration's fostered.

Cassidy, Sarah's 8 year old, stumbles out wrapped in her blanket, hair askew from her pillow and waits for me to pick her up.

She kisses my cheek, lays her head on my shoulder and asks for Mom's I-Pad ... which I give her and take her back to bed.

Downstairs I hear Laurel, the 10 year old, watching a movie on her phone while laying in bed.

The plumbing rumbles and I know that Maddie, the 13 year old, is taking a shower.

Gypsy the cat watches me intensely from his spot in the window sill.

Goddess is asleep beside the Christmas Tree.

Winston, The Little Gay Dog, is curled up in the spot on the sofa where Sarah sits ... missing his Mama.

I focus very hard on each of these things ... very determined to enjoy the most out of each and every moment of this wonderful life I'm living.