I lie in my bed and think of the day ahead. Tomorrow is Thursday. Every Tuesday and Thursday I spend with my two girls.
I used to dread those days. I worried how Earth am I going to do things around the house and run errands, and cook, and take care of two little children at the same time? The answer came quickly: I am not going to. Because it is not possible, not at the expense of my children. So instead of trying to get everything done, I focus on what really counts: my children. In the end I have come to enjoy, even to love those days.
Every Tuesday and Thursday I spend my time cuddling, playing, nursing, reading books, singing, and listening to music. Often even literally rolling on the floor laughing. We go out for walks, we eat, we drink, we rest. They sleep, I rest some more. Those days are just for us, and I have learned to appreciate them. There are good days, and not-so-good days, and sometimes my goal for the day is to get everybody dressed, fed, and alive without losing my own sanity in the process. But more often than not, those days are wonderful. I look at my children, and every day I notice something new. That Klara can now put her shoes on by herself or learned a new word, and that Julia is becoming more and more responsive.
With two little ones in the house, my expectations of what I should be doing have lowered considerably. I managed to vacuum clean? Cool. That, and laundry? Wow. That, and cooking a simple dinner? I am awesome. That, and preparing dinner from scratch, and not something I just improvised from some things I happened to have at home? I am the Housewife Goddess impersonated. I take it slow because I have a long day ahead of me, and I need all my energy. For us.
I love those days for yet another reason. Because soon my children will grow up, and go to school, and my time with them will be less and less. So I try to make the best out of it now. And I hope they’re enjoying spending those days with me as much as I do. I do chores on other days, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. That’s when Klara goes to her day-care centre, and that’s when I cook, I do shopping, I clean the house. I care for Julia, but soon she will join her big sister in the day-care centre, and I’ll have those days to myself. But Tuesdays, and Thursdays are for my children.
As I lie in my bed, and think about tomorrow, I smile. Because I know that it will be a great day.