I take a break amidst the flurry of cleaning the bathrooms and the kitchen. Between switching loads of laundry and picking up toys. Between making lists and birthday preparations of which I always feel overwhelmed with.
I sit at the kitchen table amongst plastic Scooby Doo placemats and a smattering of crumbs from breakfast.
It's 2 pm. The crumbs are still there. And I'm still in my pajamas.
I sit at the kitchen table on the chair that my husband amazingly recovered with brown faux leather seats. .
I look out the window, sitting cross legged on this recovered brown chair, elbow on thigh, chin in hand.
I watch out my patio doors as the grey clouds move fast over glimpses of blue sky. The sun was just out shining through my windows a half hour ago...highlighting the dust and fur accumluting on my wood floors. In corners.
I still have to clean these floors.
But it can wait.
I sit and I watch and I think. I breathe. I relax. I look around and realize how quiet it is.
Peaceful though not tidy.
The boys are napping. A rare moment of serenity.
Ah yes. Serenity.
A foreign word in this busy and beautiful life of mine.
This is my life.
Yes. This. Is. My. Life.
This is what I do.
Many people may read that last line and think this life of mine would never be enough for them.
Or maybe not.
I cannot imagine my life being any other way.
I've embraced it...though not always do I appreciate it.
So right now I will.
I watch a squirrel run along the fence.
The sun peeks out again from the clouds.
The clouds move on.