Truth be told, there are a lot of days like that. And I was already a homebody, before Willa came into our lives.
It makes the problem of loneliness, which I’ve written about before, even more challenging. Now that I’m a parent, it has become so much more important that I keep my spirits up.
So I work on it.
Today, it was almost four o’clock, and Willa was still snoozing.
Brady was crossing his legs, desperately needing a potty break.
The post office would close at five, and we were expecting a package.
I needed a few things from the merc.
And Willa needed to eat and be changed before we went anywhere.
So I woke her up. (I know—never wake a sleeping baby, right?)
Changed her, fed her, strapped her into the Ergo, leashed up the dog and headed outside.
We stopped at the clinic, and asked if flu shots were available (they are). Promising to return with Liesl, we continued on our way.
Just outside the merc, we ran into Malia, who cuts my hair. She hadn’t met Willa yet, and it was fun to show her off (particularly in her cute strawberry hat).
We bought celery, carrots, and an onion (I’m making chicken soup tomorrow). Oh, and Chunky Monkey.
By five o’clock, we were back home, with our groceries, the mail, a happier dog, information about flu shots—and a whole bunch of brief, face-to-face interactions.
Those interactions—and the beautiful sunset I noticed as I opened the door to the post office—brightened my day.