713pm. I have washed a weeks worth of laundry, organized my dresser and closet, as well as my main shelf in my bathroom closet. I cleaned Chase’s room and finally decorated the walls. We’ve been here almost a year, just as a fyi. I made a Chicken and rice casserole, cleaned out the fridge, am loading the dishwasher for the second time. I spent some more time on my bullet journal. Suppose I’m making up for lost time from being so relaxed yesterday.
I did take about a four hour break and join my roadtrip buddy (for anonymity sake we’ll call her Dorothy from here on out, she’s an integral part of my life and will pop up often) and her granddaughter for a walk through a local metro park with her dogs. Matt and Chase joined us, and even though they bickered and argued and Matt pouted on a picnic table for awhile, we had fun. I got to show Chase a peninsula and an island, both on the river. Always learning. I wasn’t a big science or even geography buff in school or anything, but those things seem to have stuck with me. It was a warm day, 87° was the high I believe, which was a huge contrast to the changing trees and large piles of fall leaves on the ground.
Afterwards the younger kids played in the park while Matt tormented his little brother. We hit McDonald’s and hung out and watched part of a movie while we ate.
Today was balanced. Fun and work seemed to coexist effortlessly. I socialized but had alone time as well. I spent time with my kids but also got some stuff accomplished.
I especially enjoyed the fact that through out our entire walk, my little Chaser held my hand. Without me asking. This was a large group event, with many people and their dogs. I don’t know if he was nervous or tired or what, but the entire half hour his hand was in mine like they were glued together. I commented to Dorothy that my fit bit probably didn’t pick up all my steps, but to hell with it. He won’t always want to hold my hand. I’ll take it.
Days like today don’t happen often, and I’m thankful for the gift.