The last couple of weeks, Cate has been going to daycare four days a week to allow me to meet a couple of deadlines, and it’s been going pretty well, so I think we might keep it up. She really seems to be enjoying it there, and she comes home in a happy mood, so I think this arrangement is working for us.
During the week, though, it seems like we’re always in a rush in the mornings. We wake up and I immediately have to get Cate fed, dressed, medicated (since she’s been on antibiotics), load up her daycare bag, and then get myself at least somewhat dressed so I can get out the door. I’m sure Patsy wouldn’t care if I dropped her off in my pj’s, but I don’t much like the idea. So I try to toss on jeans and a sweatshirt, and I make a half-hearted effort at dragging a brush through my hair before we head out. The whole process takes maybe 30-45 minutes, but it feels like longer because I’m constantly rushed.
(To be fair, a couple of days a week, Dave drops her off, and on the days that I take her, he picks her up. So there’s a very equal distribution of the workload there, which I appreciate.)
But I have to admit, it’s made Saturdays all the more enjoyable, because now we have these lazy days that are so nice. Today, Cate woke us up around 8:30 in the morning. We all got up, had breakfast, played for a few hours, and then the three of us took a nap in our bed for a couple of hours. We were finally changing out of our pajamas at 3:00 this afternoon. Then we headed to the grocery store, grabbed stuff to make dinner, rented a couple of movies, and we’re about to settle in for a lazy evening.
I know this might seem like an unbearably boring waste of a weekend to some people, but I cannot think of a way that I’d rather spend a Saturday. It’s been absolutely glorious, and at the risk of sounding like a total cheeseball, I feel really blessed to have this little family of mine that I love so much.
Awww, that sounds totally sweet. I left the house early today to go study, and then came home and Scott was still in bed. I took a brief nap and we were all (Scott, me, 3 cats) in a big ball around noon. It made me quite happy to be in the big snuggle ball of luurve.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the 2 cats that napped with us. Teenie on my side of the bed, Beaumont on Dave’s side. They don’t dare come any closer to each other than that. Cleo & Greta both sleep downstairs for fear of the Teenie Smackdown. Beaumont is the only one impervious to her little iron paw.
Sounds awesome. We spend our Sundays watching foot ball. Sounds hokey, but Miss C loves to sit in our laps and watch the players run around. I think it helps that we are probably most relaxed by Sunday so she relaxes too. Anyway!