On Sunday morning, I woke up at 4 a.m. and thought of all the things I had to do that day, I had a list on my phone:
-Plant lilies
-Wash windows
-Bleach whites
-Cut back ivy
-Wrap presents
-Take Gus to birthday party
And I was so excited, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t wait to get up and do my chores!
What has happened to me?
I don’t know. I really don’t. But again, here it is 5 a.m. and I woke up excited, just to be here. In this house. With these people – my husband and two young sons. I feel like something fabulous is going to happen to me, but it’s just Tuesday. Work, preschool, drop-offs, pick-ups. Same old, same old.
This always happens lately, with the turn of the seasons. I feel like things are going to change and I get really excited.
But I work year round, nothing changes for me. It’s the same old nine to five. But I feel like something is going to change.
And I know what it is. School is going to let out and all hell is going to break loose. The children are going to be hot and bored and whiny. There will be wet swimsuits everywhere and wet towels.
But for now, it feels like the end of one thing and the beginning of another and I can’t wait for it.
Because I get to have it.
