Queen’s Dream

Today was a long and glorious day spent unpacking and organizing back in New Orleans. A day that ends in me weeping alone in my rocking chair.
I guess I should have known it would end this way when the day started out with a massive poop and a leaky diaper.
I spent all day laughing at the antics of the munchkins, but bedtime went horribly wrong. Annabelle woke up Henry who couldn’t go back to sleep even though he was too tired to do anything but scream. Henry takes his emotional cues from Annabelle, so when she’s unhappy, he’s unhappy.
It took more than three hours to get him back to sleep and all my plans for the evening went out the window and I once again experienced the great and sometimes difficult gift of being submerged in babyland– remaining in the exact present moment and only that moment–no past no future.
So my desire to write, to clean, to shower, to do anything was usurped.
Every room in my house looks like it exploded. I need the clean-up fairy to come whisk her wand, followed by the organizational fairy so I can find things! (I found my ever-elusive damn phone today after purchasing a new one yesterday. It was in Annabelle’s puppy dog boot.)
Sometimes, you just gotta go with it, and if you’re feeling small, just close your eyes and think of Queen of the Ball.
Queen of the Ball is our favorite snoball place in NOLA. It’s bright pink with black polka dots and has tiny purple chairs just the right size for Henry and Annabelle. Just walking into the place makes me feel joyful. Someone gets me!! They also have the Queens Dream snowball–three different kinds of chocolate with a fudgsicle in the middle.
Ah yes, bring me the Queens Dream, so I can remember who I am. It will all get done, and if it doesn’t, who cares? I won’t be lying on my deathbed wishing I’d spent more days cleaning, that’s for damn sure. Did I mention Queen of the Ball also has Rum and Coke flavored snoballs? Only in NOLA!

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