We had a nice, slow weekend around here, gentle reader. There was no frantic running from one place to another. There wasn’t much drama (with the exception of when we made the five year old rid her entire floor of small toys). There were no Herculean tasks that had to be accomplished (well, at least by me- the girls did spend a lot of time working on getting their bedroom tidied.)
It was leisurely. It was lovely.
This is what leisurely looks like at my house.
Time to make things from scratch.
Time to tromp in the mud.
Time to read.
Time to cuddle.
And absolutely no time to do dishes. Or laundry.
(It’s all about priorities, I’ve decided.)
How was your weekend?