Weekend Warrior

This weekend, I didn't do a single load of laundry.  I didn't tackle my chore list or sift
through my mail pile.  Errands were pushed to the side and I completely ignored my
carefully written out lists on the fridge.

I don't know what has gotten into me lately, this is some type of growing trend that has
taken over me the last two weeks.  It is becoming easier and easier to stare responsibility
in the face and laugh, dancing away from the tasks I usually find so pressing and
instead burying my head in the here and now.  Our weekend was filled to the brim
with family, sunshine, love, and inspiration.  There were moments of sheer laziness, and
I didn't feel the least bit guilty for them.  I have plenty of time to catch up on the
grown-up side of life this week, especially now that I feel completely
rested and rejuvenated...

There was music and a singing Papa bear...

Playdates and sleepovers with very best friends, swimming and playing in mud,
telling secrets under the covers and catching pet frogs in the treehouse...

A mama and baby picnic under the pecan tree, playing with leaves and watching the
squirrels zip from one branch to another...

Something is definitely happening to my Type A personality, a wall is breaking
down somewhere in my over achiever psyche.  I'm beginning to accept the reality that
the world will not end just because my house isn't perfectly squared away.  Weekends
were made for these picture perfect moments, designed to give our souls a break from
the hustle and bustle of the week.  And I'm learning, slowly but surely, to take advantage
of that.  It was a wonderful couple of days with my favorite little tribe in the world.
It's as simple as that.