Savouring Sunday

Today is my wife’s birthday. I’m throwing her a surprise party, and trying to play it cool this morning before guests arrive. Yesterday was a manic day of getting the house and yard ready for the party, and my wife was micromanaging me in the kitchen, questioning why I was prepping so much food (her: “This is WAY TOO MUCH FOOD! Are you crazy??” – – me: “I want to be eating leftovers all week. I need a break from cooking”). 

Yesterday was nuts. I ran myself ragged, all with a baby attached to my leg or my arm. She’s going through a clingy phase. By evening I was feeling touched out and told my wife I needed to step away for an hour or I’d be too impatient to handle the bedtime battle. Stepping away helped, but it was still difficult to keep calm later as Avery cried and pleaded with me to not go to bed (she whines “bad Ga toe blee dudu poepoe…” etc., while reaching with all her might toward the closed bedroom door. 

I went to bed pretty exhausted last night, but the yard and gardens look pristine, the house is actually CLEAN (underneath this morning’s avalanche of toys), and I want to take a step back and enjoy today. 

Usually when we have guests over I get anxious and can’t relax and enjoy, but today I am determined to savour my time with my wife and my baby and our friends and family. I want to sit in the backyard with a beer, hold my kiddo in my lap, and listen to the conversation. Wish me luck! 

This post is in response to a daily prompt