I’ve been having “one of those days” every day lately. I won’t bore you with the details, but simply put: parenthood is no cake walk. It’s gross and tiring and patience testing, and some days I just want to run away to the Caribbean to sip cocktails with umbrellas like it’s my job.
Okay, I want to do that every single day. At least for a few hours, until I start missing my baby.
So, I may be still in my pajamas. I may be sipping on a glass of red wine. It may be 12 o’clock in the afternoon. But, baby is finally napping and dinner is simmering in the slow cooker as I type. All is well. The house is peaceful. And for a moment, I’m not needed. I’m sitting at my desk, soaking up the aroma and simply thinking about how delicious this chicken chili is.