i was in church this morning.
singing a song so familar it is easy to sing on automatic pilot
when i remembered it was a favorite of my mother's.
during long sit still services, as a little kid, i played with her rings and rubbed the tips of her shaped fingernails non-stop.
which as a mom, i think of and give her kudos for.
i am tempted to do silent "talk to the hand" when trying to do the everyone sit still, every sunday ;) in fact i'm sure i have.
once they run off to sunday school and i celebrate surviving with coffee, i have a little more breathing room to enjoy them. (similar to watching them sleep, and wearing my favorite bracelet, and scrapbooking memories with them -- all the sweet smiles minus the naughty bits) it's probably why parents grow up and become grandparents and only remember
the sweetness and successful bits. ;)
it was a weekend punctuated heavily with playdates.
the shuffle of trading one kid for another meant the number in the house wasn't down, but the entertaining sure was.
so a few more pages got read, plans got made, coffee was had.
tommorow is a early wake up call for the day job
but the writing notebook is standing near by.