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the day of mothers: morris style


 8:05 am
sleeping in

8:22 am
dad reads poetry to bowie

9:38 am
enjoying an almost wordless breakfast with joel as I watch the perfect rain

9:50 am
beer, bowie, breakfast

10:01 am
this happened. oh yes it did.

10:29 am
reading while bowie naps and joel studies

12:38 pm
grandparent's house, bowie greets abbey

1:15 pm
a noticing around the property

1:17 pm
joy

1:18 pm
bowie and joel

1:50 pm
gathering blooms

1:52 pm
the last of the lilacs, a yellow rose, a red rose

3:40 pm
blogging while bowie naps

3:42 pm
studying
(otherwise known as napping while bowie naps)


5:18pm
swinging on joel's childhood swing


5:22 pm
still swinging

6:52 pm
bedtime bottle

7:48 pm
rosé and spring rolls

8:40 pm
carpet picnic while catching up on the season finale of Top Chef

8:58 pm
a warm rain

9:25 pm
fresh berries and gelato

11:31 pm
bed (at least until bowie woke up and cried for an hour)
All in all, I spent the day with a lovely balance of solitude, family time, sleep, writing, nature-loving, eating, and drinking.  A very satisfying and filling Mo's Day.  You can see more pictures here.

a day off











































A long sleep followed
a lingering shower followed
a lazy benedict and press followed
a blustery need to feel the elements followed
a soaked dress followed
a mussed left eye followed
a nest spotting for her followed
a merry trip to consign followed
a finding of the perfect piece of clothing followed
a eager drive to retrieve the progeny followed
a whiny greeting from the family canine followed
a relieving reunion with the cheeks followed
a rainy drive back to the city followed
a bag of produce given by neighbors followed
a few moments of late afternoon sun followed
a dinner of berries and squash followed
a relax while gazing at the planets above her crib followed
a much-needed bath followed
a much-neededer wine.

If you need someone else to make the space, to give you the permission, here I am to clear your schedule, take over your life for a few hours, and shove you out the door to your very own day off.  We play this manipulative game with ourselves and others, indicating terribly weariness, but with a martyr's tone say we are needed too badly or have too much work to do or it's too much of a hassle to arrange it.

Deserved, not deserved.  Wanted, not wanted.  Needed, not needed...I don't care.
Just take your day off.