It’s 8:18 on a Sunday morning, or I mean 7:18. I don’t get why we still implement Daylight Savings time. Wasn’t it originally an agricultural thing so farmers would have maximum daylight? Is that why we’re still doing it or is it just because we’ve always done it? If it’s the latter reason, I’m annoyed. I don’t like doing things just because that’s the way it’s always been done. Anyway, I hope some folks got an extra hour of sleep today. I did and I feel a little guilty because I know moms of tiny kiddos did not. I remember when the boys were babies and toddlers. The time change messed with everyone’s sleep. Very young ones are on their own little clocks and don’t give a hoot what the time on the microwave says.
And in fact, my boys aren’t even here right now. They are with their dad this weekend. I woke up last night and almost went upstairs to check on them, thinking they were asleep in their beds. It’s still jarring when they are not here. For me, that’s been the hardest part of the divorce, not having my boys with me all of the time. But I’m grateful that they are happy no matter which parent they are with. They come back to me this afternoon, so I’m very much looking forward to that. I was able to get a lot of laundry and writing accomplished this weekend. Meanwhile, they were hiking and going to the movies. So all in all, everyone is good.
It’s very quiet in my house right now. They only sounds are my essential oil diffuser running and my cat Oliver playing with one of his toys. I haven’t written enough about Oliver. He is such a character. Growing up, we never had dogs. We always had cats and I mean a lot of cats. This was the era before spaying and neutering were so commonplace. My sister and I were entirely too skilled at helping a mama cat birth babies. We also had a pet cemetery in the woods behind our house. Now that I say that, it sounds kind of weird. But we would get very attached to some of our cats and therefore felt the need to hold a formal farewell service for them.
On these days or nights when I’m alone or when the boys are in bed, Oliver is my little buddy. He’s already matured so much in the three months we’ve had him. Whenever I’m reading or working in bed, he loves to snuggle up and watch me. They say cats don’t get as attached to their owners as dogs and that may be the case. Nevertheless, I feel like he and I have a bond and I love having him here to keep all of us company. Children and animals go well together. I think it’s important for kiddos to learn how to take care of another living creature. I’m hopeful Oliver is as happy with his humans as we are with him.
It’s finally feeling like fall where I live. Summer lingered way too long, so the chill in the air feels nice. My six-year old Case has his final soccer game this afternoon and after that, it’s time to get ready for another week of work and school. Here’s to a happy Sunday and a great week, everyone! Let’s make it a good one.