A Saturday
Today my little one let me sleep until the unheard of hour of 8:00am. Considering that we usually rise and shine and the decidedly unshiny hour of 5:00am, this was like luxuriously sleeping half the day away. I couldn’t tell what time it was when we woke up but I knew it was unusually late because I didn’t feel absolutely pinned-to-the-bed exhausted. Such a treat, let me tell you!
Then I decided to say a hearty “fuck you” to my heat induced baking prohibition and baked these muffins with fresh raspberries. As the reviews suggest, the sugar definitely needs to be doubled, which results in mildly sweet muffins that are full of tart raspberry flavor. They are so good that there are only six four two of the original dozen left. Clearly I need to acquire more raspberries. Or learn some self-control…but I’m leaning toward the raspberries. Hmm…do I dare brave the crowded farmers’ market with both one and four year old in tow? I am deeply tempted.
Now I’m spending the evening reacquainting myself with my four year old as I always do when he returns home. I’m so happy when he comes back, but damn these transition days are hard. For a while he feels like a child I barely know, one I once knew a long time ago but haven’t seen in years. I feel a little shy and awkward and I don’t quite know what to say, but he feels good in my arms, so good that I just want to squeeze and squeeze.