Rescue Me

I am not a complainer by nature. I know that whining doesn't change anything, so I try to look for the best and keep my attitude in check. All that being said, I confess, these last couple of weeks have been difficult.

My children have been adjusting to first grade behavior expectations. My R has been sick and received a definitive asthma diagnosis. Football practice has demanded 6 hours a week from my husband and one of my sons--relegating family dinner to a weekends only activity. (As a quality time gal, this is killing me!)

We have limited our children to only one extracurricular activity each-but when you add weekly Speech, Occupational and Physical Therapy--plus a school meeting for parents and a Wednesday night church obligation--we have fallen into a schedule that I am not a fan of! My husband's work schedule has been especially crazy--leaving me to feel like a single Mama as I dash around in the afternoons trying to be 2 (or 3) places at once. All the free time we enjoyed in the Summer feels like it is a part of the distant past.

This weekend has felt like a great big therapeutic sigh. I have been so anxious to be home with no plans, no alarm clocks and no agenda but to reconnect and rest. Today was a great beginning. We slept late (for us that's 7:30) and stayed in our pajamas until 10. As we ventured outdoors for a walk to the pool a classic scene played out: a kitty in a tree.

"Yes, my brother chased me up here." -Cotton

"Ova he-ya, K." -R

"I think I can reach her."

"I'll help you, R"-K    "Um, K, he is taller than you." -P

Daddy to the rescue.

Please note that Boo, the brother kitty, is relaxing in the background watching the whole ordeal.

And I reveled in the normalcy of it all.

For some, there will be great rest this weekend in beach trips, days at the lake, big cookouts or some other plan...but for us a little unrushed togetherness and relatively boring daily life is exactly what the doctor ordered. Sometimes 'no plans' are the very best plans of all.