The Puddles

Where is the sunshine?  We could all use a good dose of it.  Chris is blah. The kids are blah.  I am making coffee at 4 in the afternoon. Blah.

After actually arriving at church when Sunday school started made the morning go well.  Everyone was dressed and ready to go.  The kids all had breakfast before we left the house and they took their medicines on time.  The puddles all enjoyed Sunday school today and were excited about going to church. Until . . . most of the people who sit behind us in the second row at church were missing.  Ainsley and Ben were sad.  It was really hard for the one person who was there to compensate for the entire row of people who dote on (or should I say spoil)  my youngest puddles. Ainsley was begging me to let her go to some of the other people who were there but sitting further away who she knew would love and hug on her.  But there was so much guilt that was swirling in my head . . . I can’t let my children make that much of a disruption at church.  I am the parent, therefore I should keep her sitting still with me.  How do all of the other mother’s in church keep their children in line? (Because of course, I can only hear my children be disruptive.)  So Ainsley left me for the nursery, right after the children’s sermon.  I enjoyed church (especially the music and of course the sermon), but we were all glad to get home.

Today was the kind of day that you just want to curl up on the couch with hot chocolate and watch tv and read the paper.  The kids all did that for a while.  Madie made one of her crafts that she got for Christmas. She enjoyed stuffing the bear and decorating the clothes.  Ben went outside to go play and wait for his friends to come out and play with him.  Now two of the three are outside enjoying the crisp winter air.  Only one is sad because “I’m too little.” I say she is just right.  She is the perfect reason for me to quit what I’m doing and a perfect size to cuddle on the couch with.

Soon I will have no excuse except to get up from the warmth of our cuddle and to get dinner finished.  At least I had the foresight to put a pot roast on in the slow cooker.  The smell of the roast cooking has only added to the perfect cuddle-on-the-couch, do-nothing kind of day.  I feel somewhat like Scarlet O’Hara when she says, “Tomorrow is another day.”  I will pray for sunshine and that the growing list of things to accomplish before school starts doesn’t get too much longer.  Today is a day for cuddles.  I’ll work on that list tomorrow.