As a mother of four a Saturday means schedules. The drop off and pick up times become an art form. I woke up in such a start today, a complete haze. I instantly thought that I must be late... even worse, missed something. Today was the first Saturday in a very long time that I was at home with the girls and no where to go. When the morning haze had worn off, I had nothing to do, and no scheduled driving .... This is hard for my "got to go" personality. I can always find something to do, somewhere to go, some project to complete. As I laid in the quiet of the morning listening to the birds, I decided that I would stay as close to home as I could. I failed by 10 am. Yup, in line at Rona. BUT, I had a return and wanted some shale... oh crap that was a project... Last year, I did not spend one minute in my yard. Weeds look like flowers if you walk by quick enough, right? In the end, girls still need rides to the mall, for pizza, and to friends. And more importantly shale. Probably a busy day for someone, but for me it was my definition of quiet. My car wasn't on any major artery . I guess that's is the simplest way to mark my lazy day as a success.. The roadway system.
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