Can it just be tomorrow already?

There are mornings, as a mama, when you feel like the BEST mom ever. Everything flows smoothly, and even when you hit a snag the words, "time out" flow confidently before you have warned, warned, warned, and then reacted from the gut. Most mornings I am able to whip up this like a pro:

This is one of the things I love about being home with my kids.  I have time in the morning to make them breakfast and it is one of the things I prioritize.  Since staying home I have stopped buying boxed waffles and instead whip up some batter or freeze some pancakes to reheat.  But eggs...are the go to.  So this morning, things were good.

But then things can switch.  And in moments I can crave for the 5 o'clock hour when this can be enjoyed while dinner cooks and we await daddy's arrival home:

This morning was one of those mornings when I wouldn't have minded if breakfast was followed by dinner and we could find ourselves at tomorrow.

On our way to school Sydney got beaned in the head by a football.  SHE IS OKAY.  But I was scared.  I was frantic.  And my life stopped for a moment.  Thank God for a friendly neighbor to help me gain composure and walk us home.  Thank goodness for a sister who just happened to be home from work today, so she could reassure me to listen my gut's message to bring her in to the doc, even though the nurse didn't think they needed to see her.  Thank goodness for a husband who just repeats that he loves me and that she is resilient and that all will be okay.  Thank goodness for a big brother Henry that just went with the flow and didn't whine about a change in plans for the morning.    And thank goodness for a doctor that sat with me, let me cry, and explained more than enough information while Sydney smiled, cooed, and was her happy self.  Thank goodness that once arriving home the rain came down and I was able to rest my shaky legs and shower and regain my balance.  Sydney napped.  And all was better.

Except you know when you have cried - how you are just wiped out and want to just curl up and go to sleep.  Yep, that's how I feel.  So this afternoon we will take it easy.  We will snuggle and just be.  Because life is good.  Everyone is okay.  And we now know that Charley is our football player...not Miss Sydney.  All joking aside, it was the scariest morning in Miss Sydney's short life.  Maybe the scariest in all three kids' lives.  But really - she is all good. 

This afternoon:

We had lunch with Charley at school.
Quiet and slow afternoon.
Dinner with friends.
And then this mama gets to attend the first Den meeting for Charley's Tiger Cubs.  How exciting is that?  VERY.