Yesterday, I received an email from one of my vendors at work - a port-o-potty company - inviting me to like them on the Facebook.
It's pretty safe to say that the glamour of the previous weekend has receded and my normal life is firmly back in place.
This week was crazy-pants. Meeting after meeting at work - I hate operating that way. I need a little space to organize and plan. I am not good at working on the fly. At home, I'm volunteering for Jack's preschool teachers' appreciation lunch; we're prepping for tomorrow's March of Dimes walk; and Jossie had her 15-month pediatrician appointment yesterday (25% for weigh and 50% for height - actual age, baby!).
Friday night was a welcomed respite - met with my besties for dinner. We first tried for the hip Ruxbin. Ruxbin does not take reservations and people line up at 5:30 p.m. to put their name on the list. I tried in vain, and I got a estimated time of 8:45 p.m. for our party of 3. This is too late for us mama girls, so we implemented a very nice plan B - a quiet dinner at West Town Tavern. It's one of my neighborhood favorites - a gracious atmosphere, seasonal dishes and well-priced glasses of wine.
This morning I managed a feat - while Jeremy took Jack out to run errands and Jossie girl napped, I took a lavender-scented bath - with candles, my new bath pillow and music. This was in between less-pampering activities like laundry and cleaning Roscoe's litter box, but any down moment is a good moment for this mama.
I'm grateful for the busy hum of Jeremy's and my family life, despite how tiring and chaotic it can be. I know someday I'll look back on these innocent early days - my toddler girl clinging to me at the pediatrician's office; my husband taking my preschooler for a junior baseball mitt for his first MLB game Tuesday night; and me planning yet another grocery list for the week ahead. It may not always be enchanting, but this life is mine.
And thank you for everyone who is supporting our walk tomorrow. We are overwhelmed with your generosity. Thank you.