It's late in the day, past bedtime for the big two and the little one needs woken from her nap. The sun is slowly setting somewhere behind a thick mantle of clouds, casting a grey blue haze everywhere.
The rain comes and goes as I re-situate myself again and again, trying to read the last pages of a new-to-me magazine.
I don't want to turn on a lamp, I tell Chris. I don't want this late spring halo of mist and light to be disturbed by the orange glow of our budget CFLs but, it had to be done; the trees becoming nothing more than a silhouette on a steel grey sky.
This weekend had been the slowest weekend we've had in months. Maybe years.
Even though my to-do list is a mile long, and even though this weekend mostly sans-kids would have been the perfect time to check things off that list; I let it go. Choosing instead to appreciate the weekend for what it is: a chance to relax and recharge. And I wonder, not for the first time, what I can do to make every day like this?