A Little Better Off

Today one of the babies woke early from naptime with a wail. From the ocean of drool that we're wading through the past few days, I figured it was probably a tooth. The intense gnawing on the pacifier confirmed my suspicion.

So, I dosed him with a little Tylenol and settled in to hold him for a bit. I didn't expect him to fall back to sleep, but he curled up warm and cozy on my lap and drifted off.

My chores were calling. The playroom was a disaster area. The kitchen floor still needed to be swept up from lunch a couple hours earlier. The dishwasher needed to be unloaded.

But I recently wrote about my struggle to find balance, so I pushed all that out of my mind and held my baby. I marveled at his long lashes. I listened to his soft breathing. I snuggled him up tight against me.

My house is worse for the time I spent with my baby.

But my heart is better for it.