I feel like I am the pulse-keeper for the home. I can read my girls and the overall atmosphere of the house. Knowing we're up for a challenge. Knowing we can tackle a day of errands and play dates. Maybe a non-stop schedule full of responsibility and fun.
And I know when we're just not up for anything. When the pulse says the new goal for today is to only love them well and respond the way they need most. So the laundry piles higher and the dirt happily grinds its way deeper into every inch of the house.A scratched day is needed. And that means you can stay in your jammies as long as you want. You can carry your breakfast with you.
But we're home, we're resting, and we're listening to the pulse that whispers, slow down please. We venture out when we want to and take our time. No schedule. Just chillin'.
Maybe a bath, maybe not. Does it matter when we'll just hit the repeat button for tomorrow?