It had been a bad weekend. Many things simultaneously collided in my mind, and I just didn't want to deal with it. So I retreated into a book. All weekend. It was wonderful.
But today was the day of reckoning. My neglect had to be rectified, and I couldn't put it off any longer.
The children were down for their naps, and I was tired. I just wanted to take a nap. I thought about watching a movie, or folding laundry, but the early afternoon laziness had a fierce grip on me. Kicking some shoes out of the way, I cozied into my cushion of junk on the couch and pulled up the computer. I don't know what it is, but I really haven't had time/desire to blog lately. I would rather be outside with the kids, or doing something constructive. I opened Google reader and saw my 200 blogs to read, and sighed again. I started with NieNie and that changed my attitude lickity split.
She loved being a mother today. She loved cleaning, and chopping and scrubbing and dressing and baking, and everything that being a mother entailed. And it made me think of my tiredness. And my darling little ones, quietly playing in their beds before they dozed off. I thought of the mess and how quick and satisfying it would be to get it cleaned up. Showing my love by letting them have a clean house to live and learn and explore in.
My desire to show that kind of love trumped the lazies and I scurried around the house, straightening, sweeping, scrubbing and dusting. The house was clean before they woke up.
The rest of the afternoon was gone in a heartbeat. We played, read, and ventured outside.
She is a great helper.
And now I sit, before I go to bed, content. I loved being a mother today. What gems those children of mine are. I can't wait to get up and do it all over again tomorrow.