Seven weeks ago, I had these plans. I was looking at eight weeks of maternity leave and I had a list of items that I intended to accomplish.
I was going to organize my kitchen…
That hasn’t exactly happened.
I also had big plans to clean out the hall closet so that we could actually…I don’t know…hang a coat in it or something.
Yeah…I haven’t gotten to that one yet…
Then, there is the goal of all goals…the one that I have set and accomplished many times only to have to set it again…the organization of the toy shelves in the playroom.
Or, as I like to call it, The Land of Misfit Toys.
Oh, and don’t even get me started on the scrapbooks that I was going to get caught up on and the one I was going to start for Sarah…Oh my.
So, I did none of these things. I accomplished nothing…nothing, that is, that was on my oh-so-important list.
I had many meals lovingly prepared by two sweet little girls.
I had the privilege of spending entire days in my pajamas watching Sesame Street and eating marshmallows.
I spent many moments kissing newborn piggies.
And I was home to see my girls have a great time playing in the snow.
So, here I am…ten days from returning to work…looking at a list of things that I did not accomplish.
And, I am more than okay with that because what I did accomplish…was so much better…and a lot more fun.