Every time I have a break from school I create this grand plan in my head of everything we are going to do. We are going to have play dates, lunch dates, purge all the unnecessary things laying around the house, go on day trips, visit all the fun kid places. You know, do all the things in one small break that I don’t get to do everyday while being a working mom. Sam was going to be off with me for most of the break and together we could definitely conquer all of the things.

You know what we’ve done this break? Stayed in our PJs for entire days. Spent lots of time laughing and loving our parents, and grandparents, and cousins, and brothers, and friends (Seriously- you should watch my firecracker, red-headed niece open presents- the.best). Sam and I had a date day of breakfast and December golfing (who golfs in December?!). We made forts and danced to music. We’ve made beds on the floor and drank hot chocolate while watching movies. We’ve crawled around on the floor playing with nerf guns and new toys from Christmas. We played baseball and played catch (the boys tried to practice their throwing and catching skills with their raspberries one afternoon). Brooks insisted we read the same book over and over and over again. Not one dang thing from my list… unless you count eating lunch together at our kitchen counter as a lunch date.

About this time last week I was getting a little crazy. Stir crazy, regular crazy, whatever you want to call it. So much time spent in the house and there’s only so much chaos I thought I could handle. I wanted to get out, check things off my list. My boys had other plans. Plans of creating and embracing the chaos.

Here we are on the last day of my break. I sure did not do all the things on my list. We barely crossed off anything. The point of my list, though, was to enjoy every second of my time off with my boys. I’ve learned doing all the things, or rather, stressing about doing all the things isn’t what it’s all about. All these crazy fellas care about is spending time together and the best place to do that, for us right now, is right here in this house filled with chaos and love.

When I start to feel like I’m not doing enough I’m going to remember these two weeks. Two weeks where it didn’t matter that I didn’t do all the things. I’m going to remind myself to see the world through the eyes of a four year old and his little one year old brother. I’m going to remind myself to slow down; it doesn’t matter where or when or how it all happens, it just matters that we’re together. ❤️