Today Janey and I are inside, doing a little of nothing. I have spent the last couple days like a woman on a mission. I raked the yards (back and front) with help from kids after school, and Jeff also, and cleaned the basement, and ran eight errands in the shortest time possible. I dropped off a few things to Goodwill, because I am still trying to get this house into sparse and spotless condition before the holidays. I cleaned my closet, and the boy’s closest and the toy closet. I pitched an old beat up cabinet that was cheap and falling apart, in my living room, and sorted and organized the toys we have and put them into baskets on the floor. It might not look decorator-ish, but Janey loves it, and it’s sure easy to keep tidy.
It feels good. I had a full page of things to do, in small print, in my notebook, and they are all crossed off.
I am grateful for the energy to burn-being a mom takes a heck of a lot of work, and I know when I was sick with each pregnancy, the hardest thing was just thinking about what was not getting done, and missing that sense of accomplishment.
But today we are resting, because it is rainy and dreary and I am plum tuckered out and Janey needs some floor time with undivided attention. I have always loved rainy days, here and there (not everywhere!) It’s nice to have an excuse to stay inside and sit on the floor and play, or read, or take long naps and recharge.