Sometimes there are these little moments when I get a glimpse at the me that used to be. I love, love, love the season of life I'm in right now. I love being a mom and a wife and a maid (okay, the last part not-so-much). Of course, Mate and I reminisce about lazy Saturday mornings before kids and fantasize about the freedom we will regain when our girls are grown, but mostly, we just appreciate where we're at right now. Even when that means leaving story time early because our kids won't listen. Even when that means telling them they can't have any of the apple pie we made together. Even when that means listening to them scream about wanting apple pie the entire way home. It's all part of the job and we're okay with that.
So what do you do when you have three girls screaming in some sort of atrocious harmony? You turn the radio on and dance. Apparently, the radio gods knew I was in the middle of a predicament because my current favorite song happened to come on as soon as the screaming reached a new level of horrible. With Mate in control of the car, I turned the volume up and danced in my seat. For the next few minutes, I wasn't concerned about being a mom or a wife. I was just me. I was just me trying to figure out which dance moves I could bust out while wearing a seat belt. You all have no idea how good that felt.
In case you're wondering, this is my current favorite song.
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