Today was one of those days where the Husband left before we girls woke (so he could get to the gym - I have a ban on him going after work) and he returned after we were fast asleep (lucky duck had Phillies tickets with some coworkers from his department). It was one of those days I had a bit of anxiety about in the back of my head - the whole day with two girls and no reprieve if things took a turn for the tantrum.
Losing confidence in myself. Something we moms are way too guilty of doing, unless it's just me - and that's doubtful.
We started our day with scrambled eggs, blueberries, and went halfies on a chocolate chip muffin we baked together yesterday... those of us that can eat solids anyway. After getting the baby a bath and myself a shower (and swinging through Starbucks), with hit up Music Class at the library and ate a snack of fruit and cheese before a nap... that only one child took. The older one. The younger one just gave me as many coos and giggles as I could soak up.
After we took in as much as sunshine as we could at the playground. We had met up with a friend and hung around long after they left. While pushing Ashlynn in the swings and knowing we still had a solid three hours until bed, I decided we'd go out for dinner. Something we haven't done since before Kenley was born.
So, just us girls, went out for (veggie) burgers and split a chocolate milkshake. And I think we actually really split it, girlfriend hogged it. We came home, walked the dogs around the neighborhood, splashed in the bath, read bedtime stories and everyone went to bed without any tears.
It wasn't the most memorable day, but sitting here at 9pm flipping back and forth between monitors watching my babies sleep makes my heart full like it was. This is how warm fuzzies are made.
As I'm sure many of you came across the story of Ryan Saldana or #redballoonsforryan on instagram yesterday, I just had to share the story here. My heart aches for Jacqui, his mother, and their whole family. Please read the story (have tissues ready), hug your babies, and send all the energy or prayers you can muster to his family.