This Is My Life

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.

Me?

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 do.

I watch a squirrel run along the fence.

The sun peeks out again from the clouds.

The clouds move on.