Have you ever had one of those mornings when you just can't be bothered to do anything at all? And I mean anything? Even when there is sooo much to do?
I had one of those today. It was pouring with rain outside, thundering and lightning at 6am, my usual time to take the puppy out for her first tinkle of the morning. Well she wanted no part of going outside - and neither did I. But rather than cleaning up a puddle inside the house, I opened the umbrella, braved the storm and picked her up under my arm and made for the back yard. Thankfully she promptly did her business and we raced back inside.
I looked around the house. At the piles of unfolded and creased laundry, knowing that it all needed to be put away. But it had been sitting there already for two days, so what is another couple of hours? I looked at the full dishwasher, ready to be emptied, but intead of tackling all of the dishes I grabbed my favorite mug and made my morning cup of tea. I looked at the stack of papers that needed to be dealt with and the mess on the dining room table and sighed. And then I grabbed my book. And sat on the couch on my backside with my mug of Yorkshire Gold and agave and lost myself in the last 100 pages of my current novel.
Hubby DJ came out and wondered what on earth I was doing. Usually when he appears for breakfast before hurrying off to the office for the next 11 hours, I'm busy in the kitchen preparing for the day. Doing all those jobs that I'm supposed to do every morning. But not this morning. I know I'll pay for it later in the day when I have to play catch up with three boys at my heels. But well, this morning, I don't seem to care.
And I enjoyed every minute of it.
Maybe we busy moms should do that more often. Just sit and enjoy our own company before the day begins with the normal chaos. Goodness knows the dishes and laundry will always be there. But a quiet moment? That is something to be treasured.