Responsiblilty Re-schmon-sibility

Life has been stressful lately.  Good, but stressful.

Brian opened the clinic eight months ago.  He works about 80 hours a week.  Which means that I am often here with the kids and the house and the responsibility that comes with that by myself most of my non-working hours.

It's easy to get wrapped up in that.  To feel tied down by the mess.  The responsibility.  The never-ending laundry.

Especially on Saturday mornings.  When Brian would head to the clinic, I would turn to the week's mess.  To the piles and projects and stuff.  To the noise.  Saturday mornings haven't always been fun lately.

But something switched in my mind this Saturday.  I woke up and vowed not to let Saturday own me.  We were going to own it.

I left the dishes.  I didn't do the laundry.  I stopped focusing on the minutia.

And we went to the park.

There was something so freeing in just watching the kids run and squeal and play.

To find joy in their simple joy.

While we were there, Caleb was bound and determined to be able to get himself up on the "bullet rocket."

And he worked at it.

And worked at it.

And worked at it until he did it.

And when he did.  His sheer glee was contagious.

It was a very good day.

Sure the laundry is still there. 

But this is what we do all we do for.   This is what it's about.

We'll be going to the park again.