My house is a mess.
There are piles everywhere. Piles of necessity. Piles of procrastination.
The baskets of laundry are mass confusion now, I don't know what's clean or dirty anymore.
I haven't cooked in 6 days.
The pendulum swings.
And right now, it's way on the I'm-doing-nothing-but-play-with-my-kids-side.
Which has served us well this week since all the calendar has called for is play.
Starting with this special guy.
We remember how your mama prayed for you. And how she leaped with joy when your peanut little self was in her belly. Now you are four years old.
How my heart skipped a beat when my babies requested it on our picnic dinner.
She's a treasure.
And she planned a sweet party.
Sister had no clue or concept. Daddy gladly helped her.
She told everyone at the deli how big she was.
Because you get sand on your clothes when you dig up dinosaur bones in the paleontology section of the museum.
The pendulum will swing back again, hopefully to the middle of balance between responsibility and play. Company is coming, someone's gotta clean, bake, and change sheets.
And then back to play. Because this week I like it when it swings that way.