A Perfect Wednesday

I had asked for today off so that I could write my ten page research paper for my Motor Control and Learning course. I got up earlier than I had planned, but got to see Vic off, looking all sexy in his suit. He had a breakfast meeting this morning, put together by his department at ODU with a bunch of local executives for some networking. Since he's such a badass at ODU he gets to hang out with all the cool kids, talk to CEO's and bank managers and create some great connections. Getting up to see him off meant I had nearly two hours to sip my coffee before Ryker got up. That was just a little bit before Jayme got here and I locked myself into my room to start my paper.

About five pages into my paper the power went out. Ryker went down for a nap and I let Jayme head out since no power meant no research to be done. Luckily, my recumbent bike has battery power, so I jumped on there and got in a good seven and a half miles before Vic got home to tell me all about his morning and then head back out.

Every now and then I will hear crazy people say things like "ugh, I could never take that much time off work and stay home" (that was in reference to maternity leave or the convalescent leave I got after my shoulder surgery) or "I would never want to work from home or be a stay at home Mom, I'd go crazy". Well, this is my happy. I got to make my son's breakfast this morning and hang out while he finished. I didn't have to get up at 5 am to workout, I was able to fit it in when I was actually excited to work out. And guess what? I just might do my lifting later! Two separate workouts in one day, what?!

I made a beautiful omelette for lunch with fresh spinach and got to eat it warm out of the pan, not heated up in a dingy microwave at work, in Tupperware that has to be on its last plastic leaching leg. The sink is empty of dirty dishes, my windows are open and I'm able to see the rain storm instead of spending all day in a building with no windows, where I have to escape to the smoking section to get a breath of fresh (cigarette smoke filled) air.

When I was a kid, I always dreamed of being a powerful business woman. Other girls wanted to be a princess, I dreamt of being Barbara Walters (no joke, ask my mom, I was obsessed). Today, I want to be around. That does't necessarily mean I want to never work. I just want to be available. I want to take care of my family. I want options. I know, I know, everyone does, sometimes you have to suck it up and make do. Well, here's to hoping that as Vic and I start a different chapter with the end of school and the military next year that we can each find a way to go about our days feeling happy and fulfilled. I'm learning that some sacrifices that come with not getting a high paying job are totally worth it and we're starting to get used to that idea more and more.

It's time to eat my warm omelette and get the baby up from his nap, there is nothing like the smile you get when you rescue him from his crib after a good nap. I'm excited for us to share a week day lunch and listen to the rain and wait for Daddy to get home. I've got dinner simmering on the stove, pumpkin chili, it always turns out so good and it will be perfectly comforting for this drizzly day!