Break

On Saturday morning, N woke up with goopy eyes. She'd had a bit of a cough for a few days (one of those coughs that only happens first thing in the morning and right before bed, but really not in between), but when she woke up with the goop, I realized we probably shouldn't take her to nursery on Sunday. And my next thought was, "Hey, it's my turn to stay home. Hooray!"

Sad, I know. Sad that I get so giddy at the thought of staying home from church, rather than lamenting the fact that I'll miss it. Miss the wrestling with children during sacrament meeting; miss the walking up and down the halls with the twins; and miss wrestling with our Primary class for the next two hours. Yes indeed, I was giddy at the thought of missing all that.

So, I sent my husband and the three older kids off to church, put the twins down for a nap (I think they were giddy at the thought of actually taking a decent nap rather than going to nursery), grabbed a bottle of Crush orange soda, and snuggled down on my bed. I re-read a bit of Catching Fire for a while and then drifted off to dreamland.

I'm thinking a break like this might be in order once a month.