It is 8 am. The house is quiet and dark. Both boys are still sleeping, exhausted from all the late nights, the playdates, and the significant lack of veggies in our diet this past week. I can hear the rain tapping on my bedroom window, and I think to myself this is the moment I have been waiting for all week.
I brew a cup of peppermint tea in my favourite mug,
I grab a "fun" book, one without NLD in the title,
and tuck myself back into bed:
Aaahhhh! This is the life.
Happy rainy Friday, everyone!