Some days seem to fly by so quickly. I wake up, do a few things (but not usually the things that need to get done) and then fall into bed exhausted, wondering what happened.
Each day I try to spend time on the house, some with the boys, some with Eric, and have some time alone for myself.
In trying to fit all of those in, I often combine cleaning the house while listening to a book on cd or some type of podcast. I love that I can have my mind on something else and still get things done around the house. “Reading” this was was a big revelation to me, at the time I discovered it, that I didn’t have to choose between taking care of the house and having some time to myself.
But today I have rediscovered books. I have had a novel sitting on my bedside table for months now and picked it up this afternoon, reading a few pages. I have read it off and on all day today, and have almost finished it.
There is something about progressing through a book. Where the few pages you hold in you left hand increase until they hold the entire book. It is tangible proof of progress.
The thing is, I also did so much else today. Eric and I sat and talked and drank coffee this morning. We all played Lego for ages. I roughhoused with the boys, made dinner, did a few loads of laundry, talked on the phone for an hour with my friend, and spent over an hour this evening reading with Jack and teaching him letters.
Every time I noticed the time, it seemed like hardly any time had passed. I even had the beginnings of a migraine today and I slept for a few hours to let it pass(not sure what that was about as I haven’t had one in probably 5 years!) Still the day stretched on, and made room for more time to relax.
I have no doubt that tomorrow will fly by, but it was great to have such a slow day, and to enjoy it.
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