Today my patience has run thin and all I could think about was having a few minutes to myself, but as you fell fast asleep on my chest, it was an easy choice despite a list of things needing to be done.
Because instead…I held you.
I was going to get the dishwasher unloaded and the overflowing pile in sink washed.
But instead I held you.
I was going to get the clothes folded that have been sitting in the dryer, refluffed one too many times. And I was going to rewash the laundry that sat wet over night.
But instead I held you.
I was going to grab my two-minute shower, and if I was lucky, I was going to blow-dry my hair and maybe throw on a little makeup.
But instead I held you.
I was going to answer some work emails and respond to a few missed calls that have needed returned over the past 72 hours.
But instead I held you.
I was going to vacuum up the crunched mini wheats that you accidentally spread through the living room and stairwell, and likewise clean up some of the toys that are strewn in every room but the playroom.
But instead I held you.
I was going to get dinner in the crock pot and go through the pile of mail that has been sitting on the countertop since Monday.
