Both T & I had the day off on Monday. (Hooray for Columbus?!) We had one of those days that are impossible during a rushed weekend or (obviously) a weekday evening.
It was lazy but somehow full. We balanced play time at home with being outside & running errands. We started making Halloween decorations. I managed to spot hungry & tired before conflict escalated. T remained cheerful when I admitted to baking his would-be jack-o-lantern during his nap so that we could make pumpkin muffins instead.
My reaction was to want to quit my job.
I told MFA Dad & he laughed. It was true… I did not remember having a series of such wonderful days (or even a handful) when was at home closer to full time.
I reluctantly returned to work on Tuesday. I’m still savoring my day off with T & working on making such go-with-the-flow days happen again. (I’m thinking it takes presence of mind more than a day off or a large chunk of time…)
But the best part was learning from his grandma the next day that he had reported that he had the “best” day with his mama.