Life is busy. So very very busy. And I'm using small penny-worth words for a reason ... although I know a few very choice ten dollar descriptive words too. Penny words for the over-exerted brain, that's too tired to come up with something more high end at this point. In order to get everything done in a given day, I need at least 48 hours. 47 in a pinch. And it's at this stage, when I feel as though I'm swimming upstream, that it helps to set a time-out. Not for my boys, but for me.
A sweet, silent, tranquil time-out in a comfortable love-seat.
With the glow of the afternoon sun casting a warm, golden blanket around me.