The wind was high, whipping through the leafless trees. The grass was sopping from the downpour, but light was spilling out of the houses on our little street and the lawns seemed to sparkle. The sky was a solid mass of clouds, and they reflected the light from town with a dim, otherworldly glow. It was 66 degrees outside. In mid-November. In New England. At night.
I had spent the day cooking and baking and cleaning and doing laundry and running errands with a tired preschooler and a cranky toddler in tow. My to-do list had spilled over from the night before and was running multiple pages. There were six loads of clean clothes waiting to be folded and put away. I was missing the big kids terribly, and feeling resentful about things I could not control. But at that moment, standing in the warm night and listening to the wild wind, I felt like my life was perfect and I had found balance. ... [More]
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
A tiny bit of balance for a busy mom
Every once in a while, I'm overwhelmed by life but, instead of taking a break, I reluctantly tackle one last item on my to-do list and there it is -- balance. It happened to me the other night, when I made myself take my brother's dog on a quick walk before settling down to do more freelance work: