my one child day

Last night, my mom took Davis, Eliza, and their cousin, Callie for a "birthday sleepover at Grandma's." All three kids turned 5 recently.

This morning I woke up to Roger playing in his crib-- not Davis yelling at Eliza, not Eliza jumping on me in bed, ahhhhhh. I fed the little guy, put my shoes and exercise clothes on, and headed outside for a nice looooong walk. It was beautiful. The birds were singing. The sun was shining. Roger was grunting at cars. I couldn't believe I was out of the house at 7:40. On a regular morning if I wanted to go walking I would have fought with the kids to "pleeeeeaaaaase hurry and get your clothes on", fumbled around the house looking for a lost shoe for 10 minutes, had a fight over whether or not the kids had to wear their helmets, and finally made it out the door at 8:30 at the earliest.

On my walk I stopped to talk to some friends that were out as well-- without complaints from a 5 year old that I was taking too long. I stopped at the park and pushed Roger on the swing. We looked at the clouds. Then we headed around Sugarhouse park-- I wouldn't have attempted this with the twins because they would have complained the whole way.

When we got home at 9:50, we both took a shower. Then Roger was acting ornery so I put him down for a nap. On a regular day this would have been mostly impossible because I would probably have been running the kids to one activity or another. Then, I thought, "I'm going to lay down too." I got on my bed--not because I was tired, just because I could. After reading for a while, I fell asleep. Hah, I took a nap at 11:00 AM!

Roger is still asleep and I am straitening things up. When he wakes up, we will head to the grocery store-- without any begging for a treat or soda.

Ahhhhh, what a day. I am happy. . . . . .if only I didn't miss those doggone twins so much I would just leave them at Grandma's forever.