Light day, which, as I get older, is very healing. Am making more of a habit of pacing myself, not expecting so much out of a day. It's hard to put into practice, though, as used to as I am of juggling lots of kids and all they get into. Now, with only four at home, it's much, much easier. Not so much food to buy either. 'Course the boys always bought their own treats, but dinners---still adjusting to less leftovers to put away. Hard to make smaller meals and portions.
Everyone's quiet now. Youngest son went with my husband to his shop today, and they got home early. My husband has some sort of rough cough and congestion. He sounds awful. Very raw. The kids have passed around a sniffle, but it's either morphed into something different, or he caught a new virus. He's home early and in bed. Light out, fan on, peaceful for him. He just needs some rest.
The kids are in their rooms and the dogs are napping in the living room, though Daisy the Pug is at my feet waiting for me to pick her up.
Restful, what can I say?
Chicken simmering, vegetables ready, and about to put on a pot of water for Chicken Noodle Soup. Figured it'd fit the bill for my main squeeze.
Overall, thankful for a very full shop of work for my husband (partly, he's just exhausted, I'm thinking), oldest daughter's dry eye situation healing, and nothing pressing hitting at us this week. Hard to get into a restful mode when you're used to jumping at everything.
All is well.
