On Saturday morning Sam took the boys out to run a few errands, leaving me at home with Caia. After he left, I looked around the house and realized that there wasn't anything that urgently needed my attention. I had vacuumed and mopped and scrubbed the day before. The breakfast dishes were clean and the house was generally picked up. So I sat down on the floor in front of the couch, so that Caia could use me as her own personally jungle gym, and turned on the tv. I pushed aside the nagging voices that told me I should organize someone's winter clothes or clean out the toy bin in the family room. I ignored the voice that told me that Sam would think less of me if he came home and found me watching tv. I looked back at the previous week and a half that had been filled with sick kids and a sick husband and day after day of being in the house, and I gave myself permission to do nothing. It was the most unproductive day I have had in a long time, if you don't count last Saturday when all five of us were sick. I even convinced Sam to order pizza for dinner.
And guess what? The world didn't spin off its axis. My house did not come crashing down around me. My family survived and I woke up the next day and slipped back into my normal routine. Maybe a lazy day is called for every once in a while. A day to lessen the intensity of every day life and just be.
photo from: bakersfieldmom.com
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