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| ~'a mother's joy' by g. zocchi |
I can't remember the last time I actually became excited at a weekend staring me in the face. I'm tired, didn't get enough sleep, but still----am sort of looking forward to it. And the funny thing is, it's not that there's anything big going on, must be my mindset. Not anxious about anything. Am looking forward to lunch with one son, however. Maybe that's affecting my mood. Still, no worries plaguing me, and that's a switch for a change. Life remains the same, but my heart is light. Can't see any changes in my sons, but today I'm again okay with that.
One thing I've made a practice of since we began our new school year, and partly it's of a credit to my girls. With youngest son graduated from high school, I only have the two youngest girls to teach. They're so easy. Not pressuring of me, pretty laid back all around in regards to school, and enjoyable company. Can't beat that. Anyway, the simple new practice is all about my attitude. I'm not fretting or pushing any of their schoolwork. Our pace is very slow and we're all enjoying it. I've never found pleasure so much teaching my children as now. Maybe they're reaping the benefits of all the drama lately. No. More. Drama.
So, it's a chilly, sunny, breezy day. Perfect for hanging out clothes and sheets. Supposed to get a mild blast of colder temperatures this weekend. Time to bring out Scully, my suede fringe jacket for church. Layer blankets on the bed, crack the window just a bit at night, put sweaters on the Pugs, and make chili for dinner. I think that about covers it.
You take care.
