
I have a Happy Place. Let me explain it to you. I sit on the left side of a large, soft but firm rectangle that is covered in a few different fabrics. I spend about 9 hours a day on it with a few breaks to check on the kids when they need me and feed the baby etc. I like to remain very still for hours at a time and I do my best not to think about anything at all. I even turn out the lights to keep the distraction down to a minimum. Ok, its my bed. Bed just didn't sound very interesting. It's not really the sleep that is my favorite part though. Ehemm.....not the sex either but that IS good and fun but is not my Happy Place still. Before we had kids we would spend most Saturdays in bed for hours. We would have several cups of tea spread over the whole morning and we would read together or separately, scan the paper, do crossword puzzles and congratulate ourselves on our intelligence:) Sex would me mingled in and amongst those activities as would more sleep and we would finally get up around lunch time. Those days are far behind us now but the echoes of those special times appear in other places and moments in my life.
Now, my Happy Place usually appears around 9 or 10pm when I get into bed. John has to be there in order for it to truly be The Place. If we get into bed around 11pm the Happy Place is gone since sleep is already due. I must be wearing my red night dress (short with crisscross frills on the front and super stretchy and soft). My bedside table has my glass of water, my bible, a good escape book like the Outlander series, my clock (I've had on my bedside table since 9th grade) and my lamp that shines light for reading but not all over the room so whatever babies are sleeping with us stay undisturbed. (our babies stay in the room in bassinets or cribs until about 12 months.) John usually reads or has the laptop doing fantasy baseball or email etc. There are lots of pillows to prop us up against the headboard (I would LOVE to have a bed with a padded headboard that leaned slightly back to facilitate sitting up comfortably in bed). On my dresser next to the bed we have an electric kettle to boil water for tea. Before bed at night I make sure that the kettle is full of filtered water and that there is a little jar of milk for the morning. This way we don't have to walk past the kids' room early in the morning and wake them up before we have had our tea. Sometimes we have chamomile or peppermint tea at night in bed and sometimes we have a little scotch. (I love to have scotch while I read my Outlander books since they are set in Scotland and everyone is always drinking whiskey in the story! (I sound like an obsessive fan of the series....be assured that I am. Romance, adventure, history, GREAT writing, sex, science fiction...not science-fiction-sex....that would be weird, and lovable characters...who doesn't like all that?!)
So, sitting reading with John after a busy day, feeling our legs and feet touching warmly under the covers, smelling the familiar man smell from my husband (nothing gross just the familiar scent of a beloved spouse). The knowledge that our children are all safe in their beds (as my Dad used to say, "all of our hearts beating under the same roof"...we are so alike Dad. ) gives me a peaceful feeling that all is well in the world.