Sunday

Sunday, Sunday, lovely Sunday. The rain is pouring, the air is heavy and thick with humidity, and the sound of thunder is anticipated any moment now.

I sit here scrolling through my twitter feed, coffee in hand. Taking in this slow day, in all it glory. There aren’t many slow days in this house, and this moment won’t be forever. Soon a child will come calling for food, or screaming because a sibling looked at them the wrong way. For now though, I soak up this momentary peace, ever so fleeting.

I know there is a list a mile long of house work that can be done, but you won’t see me doing any of it today..

It will still be there tomorrow.