Wow, it’s been forever since I’ve written a stream of consciousness post. Back in the day, I wrote one every week. It sometimes feels good to have no agenda for a blog post and to get on here and just let my fingers fly across the keyboard with the timer ticking away. There’s something about a time limit that makes me simply write and not perseverate on this sentence or that one.
It’s 8:12 a.m. The boys and I need to leave for church in one hour but instead of getting ready, I’m sitting in bed on this computer, my essential oil diffuser going, coffee on the nightstand, Oliver Kitty jumping around and boys snoozing upstairs in bed. This is my haven, my place o’ relaxation. When I have this quiet time in the morning, the rest of my day unfolds more smoothly.
No doubt in 30 minutes, we’ll be scurrying around trying to get out the door but for now, I’m so enjoying this time. We stayed at a friend’s house a bit late last night so the boys need some extra sleep anyway.
We’ve had a hard but good last week of summer. The anniversary of my mom’s death was this week so that was very difficult. The boys were so sweet and do such a good job of honoring her and my sadness. I’m so grateful for them and their maturity and kindness.
The boys start school tomorrow which is crazy. I’m especially having a hard time processing that my older son is going to be a fourth grader. Where has time gone? I just don’t understand. It truly seems like last week when he was a three-month old colicky baby and I was at my wit’s end trying to make him stop crying and now he only has two more years of elementary school? Ugh. My heart tightens a little thinking about it.
My little one starts first grade and he’s pretty stoked. He doesn’t really know what to expect, but he seems excited nevertheless. My older son already has his entire backpack ready to go but my little one isn’t really too concerned about all that. He’s most looking forward to the first dance.
We’re going to eat sushi after church today. My nine-year old and I love, love sushi and my younger one is starting to dabble in it. He’ll taste it and otherwise, he likes to eat fried rice, edamame and soup.
I can hear Oliver Kitty causing a ruckus in the living room with a box. We’re had him for almost two weeks now. He was a stray that showed up on my friend’s porch. I can’t tell you how much we adore him. We were going to name him Orlando or Phoenix but when I met him, he was definitely “Oliver.” His full name is Oliver Twist Kitty, better known as Oliver Kitty or OTK.
There’s something about having a pet that truly makes a house feel like a home and with everything that we’ve been through over the past two years, we can use all the help we can get in making life feel like “home” again.
My writing time is up. It’s a lovely day where I live and I look forward to what it has in store. Isn’t that the beauty of every day? Like a blank canvas, it stretches before, waiting. What will you paint on yours? What will I paint on mine? We shall see.