The kitchen is a mess. There is an open, half-painted parasol drying on the couch. Oh, and the paints used on that oh-so-pretty parasol are still scattered across the coffee table.
Not a pillow is in place, not a side table tidy. I still have to pack the family up for our early morning Cocoa Beach jaunt. My husband is sprawled on the bean bag watching the olympics. It’s Friday night and though the girls are probably still whispering, at least they’re in bed. And I’m happy. Screw the house, we live here. I’m sublimely happy with my peanut butter rice cake and cup of tea (echinacea, in my favorite 20,000 Leagues teacup). Doesn’t take much to make me happy when I focus on the important things.
I’ve been making an effort to really notice the little moments during the day that fulfill me and to ignore the ones that frustrate me. It’s a good way to start the weekend.