Sunday New York Times
Grocery shopping with Sloan early yesterday morning, I bought many things I did not need. Waffles, biscuits, English muffins and bagels do not make a great morning breakfast. What was I thinking? I wasn’t really. Waiting in line at Starbucks after checkout I whimsically bought a Sunday New York Times. It was as if I was living in an alternate universe. Like I had the time to read the paper, let alone the Sunday version!
You see, Sloan had given us the gift of sleeping in to the late hour of 6am. While I was immediately grateful, my usual repetitions were thrown off. I was thrown off. And consequently, my carbohydrate intake day was thrown off. But I had hope.
Buying a newspaper on a Sunday morning is a naïve parent move because I never did read the paper. When Sloan is older, she won’t need or want as much attention. When she is older, I’ll be able to read the paper without interruption. When she’s older she won’t need or ask for as much attention and I will pine for how she is today. We went to the park, we helped in the garage, we wrestled on the couch, she colored on the wall (timeout), we argued over eating breakfast, lunch, AND dinner, we read several books, and we went to bed exhausted. It was awesome.
Despite my hard start to the day, my mistakes around breakfast food, forgetting my wallet (thank you Apple pay!), forgetting to put cream in Laura’s coffee (she had to go back to the store), spending $6 on a New York Times (when did the paper become so expensive?) I was able to live today in the present. I was able to compartmentalize my mistakes and be a present father and husband.
I probably won’t buy another Sunday New York Times for a long time. The next time I do, it will probably make me sad.