I don’t mind the drizzle or the overcast clouds today, after all, it is the perfect day for soup, sandwiches and another attempt at putting the laundry and dishes away. I have a feeling that instead of attempting this impossible feat, that I will have ended up enjoying a bowl of popcorn with my boys as we play trains and make capes from blankets, I will have been a sea monster or a princess in distress. I’m certain that at 8 o’clock this evening I will be picking play dough out of my rug, sweeping rice and cheerios from the floor and adding clothes to Mount St. Laundry on my bedroom floor.
I will be lucky if the laundry gets put away and the play dough lifts from my rug. There are a few things I can guarantee in my days at home.I can promise the boys will be tuckered out, read to, bathed, tickled, timed-out and have eaten their fill. I can also put a lifetime warranty on plenty of love, intensely hilarious conversations with my family, good family dinners and quiet moments to enjoy a cup of tea, such as today.
As the rain drizzles, my boys peacefully napping, my laundry again begging for mercy, my kitchen unaware of its torment, I feel blissfully content.