two hours

Yesterday I woke up in a funk.  I'm not sure why, but when I heard Ryan crying when he woke up, I just rolled over and went back to sleep knowing that Tony would get him.  Actually, Tony gets Ryan up every morning, the only difference this morning is I honestly dreaded getting up and intended to stay in bed as long as I could.  I drifted back to sleep and woke back up around 8am.  Still too early for a Friday after Thanksgiving, I closed my eyes again.  Finally around 9am, Tony came into my room to see if I was alive.

I grudgingly got up out of bed.  I'm not sure why I was in a mood, but I was.  I'm not even sure how to describe the mood.  Cranky, sour, depressed - none of those hit the nail.  Maybe a bit of each though.

After sitting on the sofa for about a half hour with Ryan playing with the iPad on my lap, Tony could clearly see I was out of sorts.  He had the wisdom not to ask too many questions and instead announced that he was going to take Ryan out somewhere and I would have a couple of hours to myself.

Now, I love Ryan and Tony dearly and with every part of my heart.  But when that door closed behind them, I did a happy dance and got busy.  I changed clothes and worked out, cleaned the house, showered and ran a couple of errands I'd been trying to take care of for 3 days.

So on this day after Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for a wise husband who quickly discerned that his tired wife needed a break. 

It's all I needed.  Two hours of absolute freedom to do whatever I wanted or needed to do.