I went to bed at six p.m. last night.
I think I’m getting a lot more pregnant-er. I am always ready to nap. I am deeply in love with my pillow.
I have started kicking toys instead of picking them up. I like to pretend that anything below my waist doesn’t exist. It makes for creative housekeeping.
The almond blossoms are blooming and opening, and the sinuses in my head have responded with explosions and bursts of pressure. I guess beautiful things can be painful…or maybe painful things can be beautiful? Everyone is sick at my house…again. At least the bees are happy this month.
And the ducks.
I was making breakfast and noticed a herd of ducks in the pool. Perhaps it was a flock of ducks, but they were acting herdish. The boys were ecstatic. My headache disappeared, ducks at play are remarkably soothing. I can hear them quacking right now…the ducks AND the boys.
It’s been a weird few days of barely functioning, bad news, bumpy bellyness. There are ducks though, and honey toast, and surprise sushi deliveries from friends. I’ve been carrying this quote in my pocket and reminding myself of it during those moments…you know the ones.
[In] the whole of world history there is always only one really significant hour-the present… – Dietrich Bonhoeffer
So, let’s all raise a sippy cup to this moment, this hour, this episode of Blue’s Clues, this laundry load, this glorious spring day.
p.s. I would like to add that I am now on Twitter. Like, a bird. A bird who wont stop talking. Click on the button on the right if you want to hear me tweet. It’s really a beautiful sound…like a canary…or a large parrot.