A good day.
But quite the day.
A full day.
For sure.
Into work, lots of loving on the charges, family friend visit, lots of kids running around, and then quiet, a reprieve, unexpected in the middle of the day.
Snuggles and nap time with the baby and then the family and their friends went out to lunch and I had nearly an hour to myself.
It was so nice.
I haven’t had that since school has gotten out.
I ate a slow, relaxed lunch.
I looked at the skyline from the back porch, I made a few phone calls and connected with a girlfriend I haven’t seen since January, we made tentative plans to get together when the family I nanny for is on vacation.
So nice to reconnect.
I was to do the camp pick up for the middle child and I enjoyed the hell out of riding the MUNI, not having any charges, and then taking a nice quiet walk to BiRite, picking up snacks for my charge and a few things for the house.
Pick up at school was great.
My charge and I ate cherries and apricots and talked about sunshine and being nice, “I’m going to tell mom that I was kinda nice to you today,” she said and squeezed my hand tight.
I love her so much.
She is always the best.
Even when she is a handful of fierce fiery little girl.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She has a voice and I really love how her parents let her have that voice.
I was shushed often.
There was a lot of don’t speak unless spoken to in my home.
I didn’t really know that children could engage and interact and have conversations with their parents.
It was sort of, get out-of-the-way and be quiet or go outside and leave me alone.
I’m ok with that.
I developed a big case of the curiosity at a very young age and a desire to explore, seek, find, and experience whatever I could.
I had, and still do have a great big imagination.
I don’t really escape into fantasy anymore, life is real and reality is so much more interesting, but for a while, when I was young, fantasy was my hard-core go to.
And I was, and am, dare I say it, creative.
I concocted lots of games, did relay races with kids in the neighborhood, made up my own version of Kick the Can, Ghost in the Graveyard, Ding Dong Ditch, and a plethora of other things.
The summer I watched the Iron Man triathlon on television and became absolutely mesmerized in the event.
I staged a mini Iron Man, I called, aptly, Iron Kids.
There was a run around the apartment complex, followed by a bicycle race.
I couldn’t do the swimming in the ocean part, seeing as how we were in Wisconsin and the nearest pool was miles away, but I am sure I improvised something.
It might have been running in and out of all the wading pools in the courtyard.
I found my voice in motion and then again in books and escaping to the library.
I was always reading.
Always.
I would hide under my blankets at night with a flashlight and read.
I got yelled at a lot to do that.
Now.
I wonder, would a parent yell at a kid for reading past bedtime?
Perhaps using their phone and texting or being active on social media, but reading?
I think, probably not.
Ooh.
I got a new book in the mail.
Such a gift.
To get a book.
That is not for school.
I look forward to reading it.
I don’t have much time now, but it is something that I can flip through and I will be able to enjoy it when I am off from the family in July.
I am still trying to suss out if I’m going to travel.
One of my clients who I see on Thursdays will be gone for vacation and his times overlap mine and the availability I have to travel.
Maybe there’s a long weekend in my near future.
I am open to all possibilities.
And I’m super psyched.
Tomorrow is Friday!
I have a client consult after work.
I will have a long day still.
I’m hoping I’ll be able to sneak in a little time with my fellows, if I get out of work fast enough, and then I’ll have a client at 7:30 p.m.
It’s a consult, so there’s the possibility it may only go a half hour.
So if I don’t get out of work in time I’ll see about doing the deal after seeing the consult.
Then the weekend.
Which is full, since I still have to go to my Group Supervision.
But.
I’ll have some pockets of time.
I’ll do yoga in the morning both Saturday and Sunday.
I desperately need a mani/pedi/eyebrow waxing session.
And I do need to do grocery shopping, cooking, and errands.
Plus meeting with a lady Sunday afternoon.
And still.
There will be time.
There will be time to stop and breathe and love.
And maybe.
Yes.
Read a little for pleasure.
Such a sexy thing.
Oh life.
It is so.
So.
So.
Good.