Slow Day

Went to bed late last night and got up late this morning. Thus, I didn't have a plan for housework, except that I needed to wash the kitchen floor. Heh heh...the new floor creates more work. When the filthy carpet was down, I had long ago given up on cleanliness. The children were forbidden to walk in there with bare feet, etc. Now that we have lighter flooring, keeping it clean has been more of a mission because it is so much more obvious when it is dirty. Interesting to note how quickly it gets messed up! I got the job done.

My babies are home. I miss them when they are gone and can't wait for them to go when the time comes! After my ex and I split up, I never got a break from parenthood. I can think of ONE time when Meg actually spent an overnight with her father. Our arrangement was--at his request--reasonable visitation with prior contact. She challenged me awhile ago, saying something like, "I was older. Why did it matter?" My answer was that every parent longs for time free from parenting. When Meg was little, I begged to have one day to be able to sleep in, but never got it. Everyone needs a break, now and then!

We had a fire in the chimenea and roasted marshmallows for s'mores. Then we did a few sparklers, left over from last year's Fourth celebration. The children are in bed. Are they in bed for good? We'll see! Grandma is not far behind.