Happy

I'm just so happy today.

Fiona Lily Rose (which is how I think of her... all three names, one abbreviated!) is sound asleep in the cradle Papa made. Christian is playing trains in his room. I brushed my hair, put on makeup and finished Fi's thank you cards. The dishes are done and the baby laundry is tumbling in the dryer. The plants are watered, the bills are paid and everybody is bathed.... and its not yet one in the afternoon.

Sure, there are race cars all over the coffee table, art supplies spread out on the kitchen island, 2 more loads of laundry to be done, none of the beds are made, garbage needs to go out, I'm down to my last 8 diapers and there are no groceries in the house. But I'm alone with my three year old and my three week old, and I feel no shame and no sense of urgency. The race cars are beginning to blend in to the background, art supplies have never seemed like clutter to me, laundry is the most passive task around (honestly, the appliances do the heavy lifting), we'll be climbing back into our unmade beds in about 8 hours, the garbage will find its way out today and Grammy's on her way to take Christian to Target while I take Fi to the grocery store to split my errands.

A tedious list of to-do's? Maybe for the reader, but today, I'm just happy and I don't mind a bit. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, the day is a success already.