I’ve never really been one for massively celebrating things like Valentines or Mothers Day. Not sure why (and just to clarify, I’m not saying there is anything wrong with if you do). We tend to put A LOT of effort in to birthdays so I think every family has their personal traditions. Weirdly The Hubster tends to work away over Valentines and our anniversary. Like, it’s become a common short-notice type occurrence (hang on, maybe this is more than coincidence? Am I being conditioned?).
I mean, I will obviously get cards for people and enjoy going for a nice lunch or something but I guess I like to think that the same amount of thoughtfulness can happen on any day of the week. I feel like I’m not explaining myself very well here. You’ll have to forgive me but I’ve slept through two nights in a row now and my body doesn’t quite know what to do with itself!
Let me start from the top.
THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL DAY
On Friday night I slept through (yippee) and woke up on Saturday morning being cuddled by Little Man. It was 6am and the twins hadn’t woken yet. They weren’t even chatting away. We got up, me shushing the boy, creeping past his sisters room all the way to the living area. I made him breakfast and us both a cup of tea. Yes, I am starting him young and yes, the girls will be replacing their milk with tea soon.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, sitting at the kitchen table, with my cuppa’ doing an online food shop with Oscar by my side. Little Man was watching morning TV and being unusually quiet and compliant with my telepathic request for some silence. I then pottered about, doing the dishwasher and that kind of thing.
The girls didn’t stir until past 7am.
*fireworks go off, glitter confetti falls from the ceiling and I jump up and down like a winner*.
A SPECIAL KIND OF MORNING
Having an hour just to gently ease into the day was sensational. It made such a difference to not be woken by screams. Honestly, until you have small children you have no idea how unnerving it is that they just wake up screaming. It’s like 0-1000 on the hysterical scale. Actually it’s a bit like me when there is no chocolate in the house. Little Man still does it now sometimes and it literally scares the business out of me.
Instead of screams came gentle chatter and the day just seemed to flow nicely from there. Copperhead had swimming and then we went to the shopping center where we got the girls some pretty hair things. We then had burgers for lunch and went home to play with our new purchases.
We may have gotten a bit carried away.
THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
We finished the day at the lake before coming home and discovering that our hot water system wasn’t working.
The day was perfect up until the point of contemplating a huge emergency call out bill or no hot water until Monday with the hope that it still didn’t cost that much to fix. I mean, yes I recently earned $2 but I was kind of hoping to start building some kind of nest egg that I could access in three hundred years.
Anywho, after a brief stressful half an hour in which Hubby made some calls, we pushed through and decided not to let it get us down. I didn’t spiral (yay me!) and we just got on with it, including making the decision to get someone out on Monday. It took us half an hour to fill the bath for the kids using the kettle. I’m kind of dreading having a cold shower and as I write this Hubby has just declared he’s going to go have a wash of “the key areas”. Lovely.
EWWW & GET TO THE POINT, KATIE
So, it’s not really about certain days. I like to view my life in that every day can be special even with some obstacles. I still get excited about the little mundane things and, honestly, I hope I never lose that. I’m not bothered about flowers or breakfast in bed (not that there is anything wrong with wanting that and I obviously wouldn’t be unhappy if it happened! Except I have a no eating in the bedroom rule after we found all the ants).
Having a lovely day with an unexpected sense of ease was perfection to me is all I’m getting at. In some ways I feel like I got my Mothers Day early but I had an equally beautiful no-fuss day with my family on Sunday too. In short, it’s been a really great weekend. I could have probably just said that and not prattled on for most of this post.
Also, inspiration for this post title came from the film The Day After Tomorrow that Hubby and I started watching last night. It has not aged well. I’m also pretty sure some footage was used for Sharknado. Although I have to say, I am enjoying a young Jake Gyllenhaal.