Who knows the mysterious ways of the human brain! Particularly when it comes to jogging a seemingly unrelated fragment during a conversation. During N's and my therapist session today something reminded me of a enlightening and yet endearing moment when our girls were quite young.
I was in the habit of rising early and getting things done for myself without interruptions from anyone else. I had never said out loud that I considered this "me" time, but even if I didn't know, someone else in the house did.
One day out of the blue, the girls began getting out of bed minutes after me and I responded by snapping and growling and hurting little feelings. I didn't know why I was being such a bear, but I did know mornings had become less enjoyable. Plus, the grumpiness wasn't isolated to just the morning. It tended to leak out all over the rest of the day. N must have been silently observing and putting it all together. I can still remember the morning that he quietly called them back into their shared bedroom and had a chat. He told them that the early part of morning was mommy's time and asked them to stay in their room and play.
Thanks, N. I hope I was there for you, too.
And now, after work, two appointments and two errands, I'm thinking leftovers are the solution for dinner.