We did nearly nothing today, on this long weekend Queen’s Birthday holiday. Zilch. Zero.
And we definitely needed it.
Ok so we did go to the supermarket. We needed food after all. And sure, I washed some clothes…
Sang happy birthday to my sister LOUDLY over the phone.
But then, nada.
It was soon coffee time (3pm or thereabouts) and Hubbie was napping on the couch… doing, that’s right, NOTHING.
I made a coffee for myself and a babycino for baby girl. We were going to sit near Hubbie and have our drinks and some leftover birthday treats from Sis’ big birthday… but then I was like –
Instead, we went upstairs. To my bedroom. Some privacy for baby girl and me, and quiet for him.
‘Girl time,’ I called it. Even our cat Mister F was not allowed.
We sat on the floor looking outside. With nothing to distract us. No TV. No music. No noise. Just us. Baby girl proceeded to tell me what I should put in her lunchbox tomorrow. We talked about the party, and cake.
Then we lay on my bed, all cuddled up.
Doing absolutely nothing. And yet, my soul filled up, with EVERYTHING.