My sweet husband was kind enough to suggest taking the girls out for the morning so I could get some down time. Well, in those three hours, I was able to do more in the house than I usually get to in an entire week. Now I am grateful to find the floors swept, vacuumed, Swiffered, rugs taken out and shaken, dog bed washed, table set, french bread baked, dinner in the oven, girls happily worn out (other than Ellie who is refusing a nap), and a general restful and accomplished feel about the place. Now, is 4pm too late for a morning cup of coffee?
I don't think all this is quite what he hand in mind by encouraging me to "take a break," but I sure feel refreshed!


















































