The Leen

I just looked at the time and can’t believe it’s 5 p.m. I’ve been sitting in bed with Elanor for over two-and-a-half hours, playing with her for a while and then reading the archives (and love story!) over at Pioneer Woman while Elanor has been asleep.

My intent was to get up once she was asleep and try to do some of my work and some of the eighty-jillion loads of laundry that await in the basement. But…I didn’t. And now she’s been asleep for over two hours, and it’s late, and Brett will be home soon, and I’ll have hell to pay tonight in terms of getting work done.

And, you know what? I don’t care. It’s getting dark in our cozy bedroom, I have my laptop in front of me, the cat in my lap, and the sweetest girl in the world lying next to me, sound asleep with her head on my leg.

So, of course, I certainly wouldn’t want to disturb a sleeping baby by removing my leg from under her head. So I will stay here until she gets up or Brett gets home, whichever comes first.

With this sweet, relaxing, snuggly afternoon coming on the heels of a great morning with Molly and her kiddos, which we spent playing in the living room, talking, looking at knitting, drinking coffee, and walking around the neighborhood, I’d say it’s been a good day. Yes, a very good day. I’ll take another day like this tomorrow, please!