Some days I don’t feel like doing much of anything. It has taken some years of mothering to be okay with that. And so I take an extra amount of time responding to emails, I serve leftovers for lunch, and add extra lounge time in my afternoon, with Caroline close at hand, flipping through books.
I know for a fact I couldn’t and wouldn’t attempt the things in my life if I didn’t spend some mornings sitting on the porch, quietly drifting off in my own thoughts, totally oblivious of my kids boredom, tearing out grass and making grass soup. I like these moments when I have little to say to them. It gives me more to say the next day.
How do you let go of the “everyday” for moments of solitude?
the sleepy time gal