On a brisk fall day like today, there is nothing better than a quiet afternoon with the little man off at an afterschool activity and time for my daughter and me to walk through downtown with ice cream and shopping on our minds.
My husband has been travelling all week which means I was doing it all except sleeping alone.
Yes, you read it right. Sleeping alone is not what I do when the hubby is away. It’s not that we have an open marriage but rather that the kids feel it is their duty to comfort me and keep me company while he is away. Yes, all of you co-sleeping families out there can yell at me. Co-sleeping is nice and fine in theory HOWEVER I am into this parenting thing too damn long to keep thinking that those kiddos coming in to my room at night is anything other than breaking my sleep pattern. And as anyone who knows me can attest, I am a super bitch when I do not get my self-prescribed eight hours of sleep … eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. So with hubby away I am getting less than my eight hours of sleep. When I add kids coming in and out of the bedroom multiple times every night over five nights as well as the blood moon, well, you can only imagine the horrors that my children woke up to on day five (today).
And so that lead to, “What shall I do to make up for the insanity that occurred in the morning?” as my daughter and I discussed afternoon options. Normally the little princess would also be exploring art at my very, very, very favourite Mexican artist’s studio. Yes, I love Patricia more than Frida Kahlo. My little princess, however, broke her wrist a couple of weeks back while playing a game of pick-up soccer at school. So no art, no running, no horseback riding, no anything at all. OK, I digressed. Back on track. So, my girl and I thought a trip downtown for an hour or so would be great. After dropping off monsieur and his friend at art, missy and I made our way to Marble Slab to get our afternoon ice cream and then we went to my very favourite store in the entire world that picks me up when I am down: Anthropologie.
God, how I love this store and everything (I mean everything) in it. The sweaters (it is sweater weather up here now), the scarves, the candles, the home accessories … the honeysuckle perfume! HEAVEN! Seriously.
The best part of the afternoon, other than finding a gorgeous swing sweater for this Thanksgiving weekend and a bottle of beautifully packaged honeysuckle perfume, was the fact that my almost 10 year old was as excited as I was about being in the store. Honestly. She loved it and was all sorts of inspired. She was throwing out ideas as to how to decorate her best friend’s barn in Germany.
“Mama, do you think that we could maybe paint one of the tables that we brought onto the Buehne in some really bright colours like yellow and green and purple? I could then make some pillows from some fabric. Do you think that Merle has stuffing for the pillows? I could totally do that. Oh, I can’t wait to go to Green Acres again!” The excitement not only in her voice but in her entire being gave me such joy. I know that between horseback riding and designing she has no need for any other passions.
And that is really what it’s about, right? Finding your passion. And heaven knows, when I am around her, I feed off of her energy and her passion.
My passionate little one.