Sunday. Tomorrow my classes for the semester start. I’ve got a mountain of work that needs to be done. The house is a mess and the laundry unfolded. I’m in the middle of a book I meant to finish before I started having homework again. All the responsibilities are looming and I want to push pause on everything and stay hidden out at home for another week.
But despite my feelings of dread toward everything but the weekend, we went to the museum today and then we went to the park and found owl pellets and feathers and played until we were all exhausted. The oldest even found the first owl pellet without help. Two days in a row of good outside play time is a gift I’m not taking for granted.
There’s so much to be grateful for. It’s easy to get lost in the weeds sometimes but it’s not hard to see how much there is to be grateful for when I look for that instead.