Human Highlights is a Sunday tradition at Commode To Joy. It’s a friendly reminder to forgive your human moments, celebrate the highlights, and enjoy.
Let me be upfront and say if you think this post will be about beer, you’re sorely mistaken. It’s about my son, whose name happens to be Miller. No I didn’t name him after booze, though I do think it’d be hilarious to hear him announced as “Iiiiiiit’s Miller Time!” in a sports auditorium some day. I digress. Back to Human Highlights.
Human Moment: Last night I went to bed wondering about my Human Moment for the week. I can’t think of anything. Not one thing. I didn’t say an obscenity that Miller repeated. I didn’t make a traffic flub. I didn’t even fart out of turn in public. What on earth will I type about?
3:50 a.m. – that’s what time Miller came by my bedside. “Mommy! You’re home!”
It’s not often that we’re out late enough for a sitter to put Miller to bed. Last night we stayed out later than his bedtime. I got to bed just shortly after my usual. Thank. God. That damned 3:50 wake up time, on the other hand? Now that’s ungodly.
I know it’s old old old old news to hear a parent talk about sleep, or lack thereof, with a little one. Lame, boring, we’ve heard it already, next! I also know that this time is precious and he’ll be grown soon and I won’t always be able to snuggle him in the wee hours of the morning without it being weird and inappropriate.
But listen, on a scale of one to perky, I’m somewhere in the range of curmudgeon.
By 5:15 I gave up on the prospect of sleep, and we got up. Miller was hungry so I microwaved some frozen pancakes (mom of the year, I know I know). I went back to the kitchen to make some scrambled eggs and toast for myself…and then I spotted the frozen pizza.
Miller’s breakfast was ready in 47 seconds plus the time it took to add butter and syrup; mine was ready 22 seconds. I’m totally winning right now. Or, at least, I’m not losing as badly as I was at 3:50.
Now to sit and wait for Mark to wake up so I can go back to bed, because you better believe I’m tapping out just as soon as I can.
Highlight: Saturday morning I text one of my closest friends inviting her and her boys to join us at the park. Her oldest son is Miller’s age. Weather was sunny and upper 70’s with a slight breeze (aka idyllic). Conversation was fantastic (duh). And, our boys are good friends (something we can’t force and are thrilled about).
Enjoyment: Friday morning Miller asked how to write his name, so I talked him through it. To say that I’m proud is an understatement. Even my Sunday morning bleary eyes finds this to be adorable. After almost three hours of being awake, I’m actually grinning.
What are your Human Highlights from the week? Leave one of your moments in the comments below.