This evening I went to a fundraising salsa dance. I was apprehensive and nervous all week thinking about it but as always with anxiety, it was better than I’d expected. I was sad to leave.
I got the call to come home to feed baby Pixie but by the time I’d arrived, wasn’t she asleep?
I strung around with Baby Daddy, watching Netflix and playing MarioKart as you do, until he fell asleep. I cleaned the kitchen and then sneezed several times. I took this to be a sign. Husband began snoring loudly as he mostly does.
So, I practiced my midnight piano. Very gently on the keys did I press and loved every minute oh so quietly until I heard the baby cry.
I stopped mid-stanza and ran into the baby bedroom which I share with the Accidental Terrorist who exclaimed:
“Would ya ever fckin turn off your phone!?!
I wasn’t sure if he was referring to my piano playing, or the baby crying.
My phone remains as ever, on mute.
I took her into my arms and breast-fed her while practicing Clair De Lune. It’s one of the best memories I’ll ever keep… her falling asleep like that on my pedaling knee while the rest of the house dozes.
Not that I can play it so well yet! But we’re getting there, my baby and me.