This morning, Caroline's at a slumber party and the boys are still sleeping. I find myself with a full 60 minutes that is not spoken for. What to do?
- workout?
- go back to bed?
- watch an episode of Army Wives on Netflix?
- organize a closet to keep up with my "organizing things" New Year's Res?
- Bible study?
- laundry?
- call my mom (way overdue)?
I wish, that my natural tendency was towards activity instead of sedentary activity. I'd love to be the girl who sprang out of bed this morning and hopped on the treadmill. Or the woman who planned out yesterday that she would get up early and finally tackle that horribly disorganized storage closet downstairs. But, I'm not. The most productive thing I can get myself to do this morning is drink this
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| My Dad's favorite coffee mug. I use it at least twice a week. It helps me feel close to him. |
I think me and my cup of coffee will go lay in bed next to sleeping Husband and watch some mindless TV. If I remember correctly, there's a new-ish episode of Kitchen Nightmares I haven't watched yet.
At 10:00 I pick up Caro, come home for a little while, drop her off at church at noon for an AWANA Bible Quizzing practice, swoop her up at 2:45 for Baton lesson, home around 4:30, then it's off to youth group for Jeremy and I at 5:30. So, you see... this is really my only chance to rest (and I spent 10 precious minutes of it writing this). :)
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