Instead We Went to the Park…

I was going to do the laundry, Lord knows it needs to be done, but you looked up at me with those big blue eyes and instead we went to the park.

I was going to do the dishes, they’ve been sitting there all week, but instead we laughed and giggled and played as I pushed you on the swing.

I was going to sweep the house, the dog hair is a never ending battle, but instead I held you in my arms and you talked yourself to sleep.

I was going to do all the things that desperately need to get done, but instead I stared at you as you slept because you’re only this little once.

It’s way to east to get caught up in all the things we have to do that we miss out on some of the more important things. The laundry, the dishes, the sweeping, the mopping, I promise it will always be there, and it will be there tomorrow, and the next day. That crap just never goes away. But these moments do go away. Little boys grow up faster than laundry piles grow. I’m not saying never do any cleaning, I think my poor husband would have a heart attack. I’m just saying that it is ok to let the dishes pile a little higher for some extra time with you’re little one. And then when they go down for a nap, or go to bed, then you can put on some music, poor a glass of wine, and tackle those pesky little things…if you want. But I’m here to say you have permission not to, for just one more day.