I’m listening to the ballgame on the radio; spring is coming.

Today and tomorrow Brian is away in Seattle most of the day. I’m here with a little girl who is ONCE AGAIN sick. Seems bad this time — her voice is hoarse and nose extra snotty. Sigh. Getting very tired of the back to back to back colds. We were so spoiled those years when she was not in a germ-filled environment four days a week. I ought to be eating cloves of garlic in preparation.

Early this morning as I prepared for my weekend of solo-momming, I daydreamed a little about those days pre-kids, and what I did with myself on the weekend. Can barely remember. The daydream came about because before the girls got up today, I had a few minutes to sit on the couch with hot coffee and actually read a magazine. I suddenly remembered living in San Francisco, and Sunday mornings spent lazily flipping through magazines on the couch, nowhere to be, nothing to do. Maybe taking a walk to the bakery for a croissant, listening to my ipod along the way. La la la.

I don’t think I was feeling sorry for myself or anything, just nostalgic.

Later, after my poor sick Freya was in bed napping, I took Audrey to our room to lay down with her. She nursed, but didn’t sleep. Her blue eyes locked into mine, and her tiny fingers reached for my mouth. She made a soft little baby sound. We looked at each other for a while in the dim afternoon light. I’ll get my lazy time back again soon enough. For now, I’ll enjoy a little lazy time with my baby girl, knowing how fleeting it is.