free time
Apparently today was some holiday because the neighborhood kids were knocking at our door this morning to play. It was nearly 10:00 and we hadn’t eaten breakfast yet because we were still in bed reading about Chewandswallow and Mike Mulligan and Mary Anne. So we got up, ate pancakes and off went the girls to play. There was talk of a grandfather bringing his microscope from med school to demonstrate and bike riding and grilled cheese. Throughout the day kids flitted in and out of this house as they moved about the neighborhood. I was pretty much on my own.
So I cleaned the house. I didn’t put my feet up and read one of the bazillion books I’ve stacked here and there, just waiting for a spare moment to be absorbed. No internet surfing or catching up on emails. The conference checklist remained untouched. I didn’t bake the oatmeal cookies I didn’t have the time for yesterday. After weeks of not feeling well, what I really needed to do was get my space pulled back together. The laundry was folded at long last, the kitchen island and table were cleared and a pretty tablecloth laid. I put about a million assorted odd little toys and craft/art supplies away. The rocks I keep in our sink basins as decor? Each one was scrubbed with a toothbrush.
Now I can breathe again. Funny how motivating that is. Tomorrow I might even go for a run.
