At least in my house.
|This picture has NOTHING to do with this post. I just love brand new crayons.|
|My Girls. They soothe me. And make me laugh.|
Please say it does....happen to every Mama....
Can I get a witness?? Crickets chirping?!....
Anyway...it does for me.
And when it does, I find that an evening out with another woman - either just grabbing a bite to eat or watching a movie...or talking intelligently and uninterrupted for a few hours does the soul good and allows me to return home feeling human and sane.
|My eggs. In which I broke every. single. one. Sorry, Ladies. Mama is tired.|
That man is hot.
And his Mama rocks.
A whole entire day to myself...(well, just me and my wee bitty...)
|My peas. Just about the only thing I got in early this year.|
But, I do believe a nap is in order.
And probably more purging to get ready for a yard sale and a house sale.
Maybe some exercising without one...or three Hoolies hanging off of me while I do it.
Some reading? Scrapping? Blogging? (check). Gardening?
Staring into space listening to the deafening silence?
|My beans. Just barely peeking through the ground. I love this...|
Heavens. The world is my oyster.
Whatever that means.
When I told my Mom what Kevy and his Mom had gifted me with, she said this reminds her of what my Dad's Father used to do for his Mom. Grampy would come home from work and all three of the boys would be sitting out on the steps. He'd ask them what was going on, and they would say they had gotten too rowdy so "Mama had kicked them outside." Ha! She had a brand new baby girl after having three boys, too. And I guess every so often, he would gift her a day without the Hoolies running wild as well.
Maybe it runs in our family...this National Day of Sanity Finding.
|Oh hello, bitty potatoes...|
Either way...it doesn't take a whole lot for it to return. Just a few hours to sit and stare. Only a few moments woven together of blessed silence. And just a wee bit of time for there to be no messes of Epic porportions. I will be ready for them to come home to me. In all of their wild and crazy glory.
|Mama makes cream. Picture proof.|
She beckons me...so I must be off.
And I may or may not leave the bedroom once I go up there.
It's 10:00 in the morning, after all. Sounds like naptime...