The nice thing about missing work for the J’s faux chicken pox (or mystery rash) is that we got all the errands and shopping done during the week so we get the whole weekend to be at home. It’s like getting one day in heaven. Beautiful in a very bitter sweet sense. I could get used to a life like this.
We already finished the only big chore on the list: get the sanddunes and smushed goldfish crackers out of the car. My car’s all clean. The laundry’s washed and just needs folding. I got the worst of the weeds out of the garden. I even got to cook our favorite breakfast this morning: eggs and potatoes and veggies, all from scratch. Yum.
It’s quiet at the moment. J sleeps. PB is watching Frosty the Snowman. He just came back from church with Grandma, I want to keep him quiet so J sleeps a bit longer. He asked to go to church so I dressed him and sent him on his way even thought I am at best ambigous about the whole church thing. I just can’t believe that there is one male god who runs the universe. Also, if God is truely omnipresent does it matter if I sit on a hard bench for 2 hours or if I ponder these questions in my garden? But I don’t want to get to deep into it at the moment, I’m basking in the joy of being alive right now. It’s a beautiful day. And best of all I get to spend it at home with my kids. We’ll eat after J gets up and then spend a few hours in the yard. Then I’ll take a shower and lay down for a few minutes before getting started on the preparations for Monday. Sigh. If only Monday didn’t mean dropping the kids off at the crack of dawn and plunging into the rat race. But that is tomorrow. Today we are together doing what we love.