the best feeling in the world

There are many moments that can give you the best feeling in the world.  Some of these moments happen at the culmination of a big event, like holding your baby for the first time or being announced husband and wife and walking down the aisle at the end of your wedding.  Other times, these events are special everyday happenings like a hug from your two year old at just the right time.  Finally, sometimes, you can feel the best feeling in the world from itsy bitsy happenings...like last night.  No...not that.  I'm talking about when you wake up feeling so exhausted and lay there thinking about how dreadful the thought of getting out of bed is, only to glance at the clock and realize it's only 1:30am and you get to go back to sleep.  At that moment, snuggling back in bed, I said to myself "Oh yeah, this is the best feeling in the world".  Yep, that was a very nice moment...Now all I have to do is train my mind to stop racing with all of the things I should do the next day, so that I can fall back to sleep in less than an hour.  Off the computer now, time to do some of those things I was thinking about at 2am.

Just out of curiosity and for fun...what gives you the best feeling in the world?  Write a comment!

Here are some more of mine: a toffee nut mocha latte - a shower with no interruptions - a piece of chocolate after a good meal - the feeling of clean sheets with just shaven legs - walking out of the salon with a haircut you love - paying off your car or credit card!

typical morning

Why is it that as soon as you tell someone your infant has been sleeping through the night for a month, that's the first night in his life that the baby wakes up 3 times? My 3 month old put me through the ringer last night. Just as baby Mason and I returned to our deep sleep at about 6:30am, that's when the 2 year old pipes up... I hear, "want GOOOK" (gook is Will's word for milk - yes, he can say milk, but he prefers GOOK) and the bedroom door bangs open. I'm laying there, praying the baby doesn't wake up right across the hall, trying not to be upset that Will woke up an hour earlier than usual, wishing the coffee were made, wishing his diaper was changed, and that his breakfast plate and milk were magically ready - after that millisecond full of thoughts, I rocket out of bed - to prevent the first issue (Mason waking due to Will's morning excitement) from becoming reality. Walking past his bedroom, I also pray that his bed is dry and he didn't pee through his Pampers yet again - YES! One tiny victory, no sheets to wash this morning. Now, hurry to make breakfast before Mason's cry blasts on the monitor. I keep rushing to squeeze in a tiny breakfast for myself - got it! Rush more to maybe get the dishwasher unloaded, got it. Pour my coffee - just in time...now, feed the baby...more diapering...more dishes...call G'ma...fold laundry left out from last night... Holy hell...it's time for lunch and we're all still in pj's...I guess I'll blog about my morning while Will is enjoys his lunchtime gook.