I put the kids in bed at their normal bedtime.
And I smiled.
Ben came home, opened their door, and woke them up.
Ben rescued them.
And I blogged.
Ben calmed them down by reading stories, they stole away onto my lap, and I declared, “Bedtime!”
I rescued him.
With him on my lap, touching my face, and giving me lots of snuggles.
And kissed him.
Sometimes I plan my whole day around bedtime and when the hour finally comes, I sigh with relief. But if it’s interrupted by a sad baby, I become grouchy and think unpleasant thoughts. Today I realized I should cherish these one-on-one moments because they don’t happen very often. In connection with my recent epiphany, I am choosing to enjoy these times. Even if it does mean the laundry remains on my couch, unfolded.