Waking Up

I feel like I am starting to wake up. Or at least I'm trying to. It's been so long that I've been head down, nose to the grindstone. I've been inside my own head focusing on just getting it done. And now that some big projects an meetings are wrapped up, I find myself sifting through a lifting fog.

It started abruptly. With giggles. On Sunday on the drive home from my parents house with H, we played a silly game with animal noises. It was so good to be in on the joke, laughing with my two loves instead of hearing them from the distance of my home office. How many of those memories had I missed? I can't be there for everything and that is ok but to awaken my senses again with the sound of laughter was divine.

And then again this morning, my senses were awakened by a different scene. Admittedly H has been sick for almost two weeks and she is most definitely a two year old but regardless, the battle to get ready every morning is getting old. As Adam and I were not so successfully trying to simultaneously coax her into clothes and NOT scream at each other, I realized how much he has dealt with over the past month. Sure I helped when I could but so many times I didn't have time or didn't make time to help teach or discipline H. We got through it, clothes were put on, apologies were said and Adam and I are both finding solace in a good cup of coffee by now but this comparison has really shown me how much I need to re-engage.

Consider me back in action.