I’ll admit, my standards for happiness are pretty low sometimes.
But this morning, I have been looking at my to-do list that has been sitting here all of break and I’m realizing that I’m now back to a “normal weekend” only amount of time to do it in and I’m refusing to be stressed out about it.
I could be, but what’s the point.
I’ll roll up my sleeves and get to work in a little bit.
I’m instead choosing to enjoy this first cup of coffee and the sound of a kitty purring behind my computer.
My mind wanders back over the week.
Lounging with my son, reading to him and with him.
A shopping expedition with my husband, son, and mom – and a splurge of a lunch at Red Lobster.
A date (!) with my husband to spend his Christmas gift from me – which ended up with us jabbering on at a diner before calling it a night.
Writing thank you notes and thinking about all the kindnesses that have been shown to my family in the past month.
A long conversation with my son about what really, really missing someone looks like – that it doesn’t always look like tears, but that the pain doesn’t go away just because we’re not crying, and that that’s okay.
Finding my reading mojo again – as I have now sailed through Dumplin’, All American Boys, Sunny Side Up, Two Friends: Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass and I’m back to having multiple books going at a time: Slaughterhouse Five, The Seventh Most Important Thing, Echo, Star Wars: Before the Awakening, Fun Home.
Cleaning out files from our study and digging through stuff that has just been shoved in boxes for far too long. (That was a walk down memory lane in so many ways…so much of it needed to be thrown away, some of it scanned to save as memories, and other things…well, I am a bit of a pack rat so some of it stayed.)
Making cookies and Kroppkakor with Mom and Jason – an exercise in cooperation, problem solving, note taking, and memories.
Spending some time writing and rewriting and revising my writing.
I did get some school work done. I did do some planning and thinking about what is going on next week when we get back to school. I did cross some of what I wanted to do off the list, but it’s the stuff that I hadn’t necessarily planned, the time I spent with my family, the time I spent doing what I love, that will write itself on my heart and in my memories.
The stuff that has to get done will get done.
I need to remember to do those things that create memories that last every day, too.
Even if it’s just enjoying a cup of coffee with a purring cat as a companion.