Single and childless for a week, on Day 2 Momma...

My winter meadow.

... put herself to bed at 1 am, only to wake up at 4, 5, and 6 due to the soon-to-be-sold-to-a-cat-eating-family-cats.
... added her husband's sweater to the must-sleep-with crew (Horse and the tractor didn't mind).
... talked to her man at 7 am and discovered her baby coughed so hard last night he barfed. Twice. Second time he tried to catch it - and hey! was successful!
... was able to go back to sleep until 11 - ELEVEN AM!
... went for a leisurely walk in the city park and the weather was so breathtakingly gorgeous she cried because Levi wasn't there.
... ate fried green tomatoes, shrimp and grits, and fried artichoke hearts and spinach for breakfast with black coffee at 12:30.
... killed brain cells with afternoon TV consisting of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, Everyday Italian, Life in the Fab Lane, and My Super Sweet 16.
... showered at 3 o'clock, was tired from the exertion and sat back down on the couch for another hour.
... gussied up and met friends for a happy hour... or two.
... was home by 7:30 and back on the couch, bleary, red, scratchy eyes and all.
... got a hoarse-y, sweet message from my baby that consisted of Anthony whispering, "Say HI to Mama!" in the background over and over and then "Night-night!" blurted into the phone by his unamused charge.
... watched everything in the DVR queue before eating more leftovers for dinner at 11 pm.


(Seriously. Have I died and gone to heaven?? Someone better pinch me.)