So. Today was wonderful.
Cleaned. Entertained. Baskin Robbins. Bike ride in AMAZING weather. Made dinner.
Thought about how I'm a mom, (Mother's Day probably had some sort of influence on the influx of musings surrounding my most important job lately - I've had a lot) and how sometimes I just feel like I'm living in a dream and I'm going to wake up and this - ALL OF THIS - will all be a memory.
I would cry and miss my husband. I would cry and I would want my kids back. But I will be 8, curled up in bed, the air infused with the scent of fried bacon while the muffled sounds of NBA basketball would filter through the walls of my bedroom directly from the TV on the other side.
I would want my life back.
I wouldn't complain. Not ever. Not even when Sebbie steps on my toe for the millionth time, or when Ethan won't sit down to complete his homework. I wouldn't even complain when Woofie pees on the carpet. Again.
Those daydreams about dreams make me appreciate my life RIGHT NOW. As is.
It's really sort of magical.
Try it. Imagine waking tomorrow in the body of a 12-year-old, and besides all the drama-for-yo-mama that comes with being 12, imagine everything you have now - everything important - is gone.
All of it.
Ever seen the movie, The Family Man? Kinda like that.
See? That would completely suck.
Moral of this story?
The saying "you never know what you had until it's gone" is bullshit. Okay - it's sometimes bullshit. It doesn't have to be that way. Know what you have NOW.
NOW is what matters most. Now is the most important time in the history of the world....
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