And here was the scene at the library last evening. They’re become real reading buddies, which I love.

-M

I’m usually on the go. My lifestyle is somewhat due to circumstances: With a (almost) full-time job and two kids, there’s going to be a good amount of driving around, going places, and doing stuff. Part of it, though, is by choice: I do lots of weekend activities with the kids, run a lot of errands (i.e. shop), and do volunteer work because keeping busy usually keeps me happy. And the kids are used to our running around; Avery made me laugh when I picked her up from camp on Friday and she asked me, “What’s our plan for this weekend?” (She knows there’s almost always a plan.)

With all that said, there’s something pretty nice about the (occasional) quiet day at home. We didn’t plan for Sunday to be a day like that, but it just sort of happened. I worked out in the morning, came home, watched happily as Q organized our bedroom closet, Zoe’s closet, and the downstairs closet, and then I joined in to help. Before I knew it, it was the middle of the day, the girls were playing together happily, and any plans we had of “doing something” sort of floated away. Late, the girls and I spent a good chunk of time making Fairy Petal People and I took a nap; the only time I left the house was to grab some bagels and milk and go to the library with the girls in the evening.

Not such a bad day!

-M