Do you ever have those days where you know you have to get up, get showered and get the day started but every ounce of your being just wants to crawl back into bed, pull the covers up and sleep, for hours, perhaps for the entire day?
I am having one of those mornings. Curses that it happens to be on my busiest day of the week - Internship day. The day I spent about 5 hours in the car. 5 hours. I drive an hour and 15 min to my friends house where Lilah and her daughter spend the day designing and creating a fabulous garment. I have a quick lunch, engage in a quick conversation that usually is never finished, and then drive Grace about 45 minutes to the university. I drop her off and drive the 45 min back to my friends house where I have two glorious hours to enjoy a cup of tea, engage in more conversation where I am actually able to complete a sentence and finish a thought, pack us up, and drive the 45 min back to the university to pick up Grace. From there we drive an hour home. Today is the day that I love my Prius. Even though it is 6 years old, it still averages 45 mpg in the winter.
Normally I love this day. I don't mind the travel. I enjoy every minute of visiting with my dear friend. I love viewing the landscape of the windy country roads I travel. But today it is dark and stormy. It is windy and raining. Not a good day for travel. A perfect day for snuggling up with my cuddly Daphne and reading a book with an endless pot of coffee. It is a day for baking. It is a day for pajamas and slippers. It is a day for self-care, not selfless giving.
In order to make this day happen it requires three pairs of rain boots to be packed along with a cooler of food, a rolling cart for Grace, a sewing box and box of fabric for Lilah, two computers, and pillow pets for the car ride. It require a stop at the gas station and today I will choose the full service station. It requires the service of our dog sitter. It requires copious amounts of patience.
For that I have to dig deep. For like me, my girls must be feeling the draw of their bed. I tried to rouse Grace at 6:30am and she looked awake, but I fear that was an Oscar Worthy performance. I know the child went back to bed, where I long to be.