My husband is home, enjoying a rare day off, which means I get a semi-day off. With the four oldest children (so hard to think of a 2-year old and a 4-year old as being part of the "oldest"!) working outside with Daddy, and Mary amusing herself beside me, I have an unknown amount of time, more or less, to myself.
What on earth should I do?!?
Well, I thought about it. Hmmmm...
I thought about how I could take Mary into the living room with me and get some laundry folded.
I thought about getting busy organizing our newly-designated office (formerly the Big Girls' bedroom).
I thought about ignoring the mess, sitting down at my desk and trying to come up with a new post for my blog.
And I actually started to, but then I thought about it.
I thought about what a beautiful day it was outside. Surely there won't be too many more of these to take advantage of, even if we do live in the South.
I thought about the fun I could be having with my family, instead of holing up inside being a computer geek.
I thought about which I'd rather have, "me" time or "us" time.
And I thought about the fact that, though I see my children every day, how often do I get a chance to actually watch them?
Because, let's face it, they don't stay little for long.