Stealing Time

All three members of my family are asleep at this very quiet moment. I would love to be too, but as a working momma - my time alone is precious. I choose to share it with my keyboard for now. Many thoughts have come to mind in the last few days that I would have almost given my right arm to blog about. Obviously I didn't give said arm, as I am able to type just fine.

Easter in the past always felt like a destination to me. The journey was lent - a time for growth, molding and preparation. Good Friday was solemn and filled with religious tradition and incense. Mmmmmm. I have always enjoyed the incense at church.

This time Easter feels like the journey, not sure what or where the destination is. Today feels more like a beginning than anything.

I have been terribly hungry for time alone. Not just simply alone due to proximity of others. Real time alone. Time for my soul to just be. Time for my soul to relax, breath and be still. Starbucks for an hour by myself is tempting though if I could be alone in that place with no thought of another around, no music, no distractions outside the building . . . that would be even better. I'm chasing a pipe dream. I love many things and people in my life. I need time with me. Time to fill my cup as they say. I am an introvert, though I have never worked in a career that supported that. Go figure. I fill up with time by myself. Not days, sometimes not even multiple hours. Just time.

Like many others, I assume, there are a bout 101 things floating around in my head that need to be done. I'll share only a few - clean the bathroom, wash bath toys for O, do load of towels, organize recipe books, organize skinny kitchen cupboard, plan grocery list and menu for next week, check the mail, dust (somehow this always shows up on my lists of things to do, damnit.). On top of a full day already. Oy Veh. I hear myself say that expression as an older Jewish woman might say it with a back east accent. There is some company - having to do with construction I suppose - with the name Asplundh on it. I giggle each time, because again in my head I hear an old Jewish woman saying it with a smokey voice and thick back east accent. "asplunduh". I'm sure that's not how it's pronounced but it's what's in my head.

Tonight feels like a popcorn night. Some sort of movie that can entertain me without causing me to follow along to strictly. The polish on my fingernails must come off - totally chipped and it's red. That takes effort to get the stain off and that's about all I'll have mental energy for by the time I get through the bath and bed routine with my little dumpling.

First ever Easter egg hunt at our house this morning! 4 HUGE plastic eggs filled with goodies for O. She found them no problem, didn't really want to open them . . . just enjoyed shaking them like a maraca because of the sound it made. The bunny ring pop I think, stole the show. Similar to her pappy-pacy-binky-pacifier(choose your favorite), she popped it right into her mouth and sucked away. The drool all over her proved she loved it. Oh so fun. Will add in the golden egg next year with a tiny piece of white cloth and share the story of Jesus' resurrection. A friend many years ago did this as a family tradition and I have been holding it in my heart since then. Looking forward to sharing it with my family.