sitting on the floor of the kitchen, because that is where we plopped.
My littlest wrapping her arms around my legs; then patting the floor for me to sit and read books; my heart can't resist even though my mind is telling me my list of to-do's aren't yet finished; then again they never are.
So we sit on the hard floor, looking at the brightly colored pictures while I wait for my afternoon coffee to kick in; knowing that in a few minutes we'll have to pick up the older two kids from school; and I need a different kind of energy for them. Parenting school aged children requires a mental sort of energy that some days I'm lacking. The homework, the attitudes, the complaining, the sass.
While I prepare for the big kids, I let my mind wander, and think about nothing except peek-a-boo...
what book we're going to read next...
where my slippers went...
and how fast they grow up.
And, when did I start needing a cup of afternoon coffee?
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