Our house looks lived-in today.
Normally our weekends are a never-ending series of go-there, do-this, dash-here, lunch-out, run-errands, dinner-plans, stop-at-home-for-a-few-minutes-before-bed.
And, at the end, our house looks visited. Briefly seen. Mostly ignored.
But not this weekend.
This weekend we are in a self-imposed, potty-training quarantine.
Potty-training is tough.
But giving our home this cozy, lived-in, toys scattered about feeling?
That, my friends, is easy.
Don’t get me wrong, I love our busy, run around kind of weekend. And long, cold, winter days spent primarily indoors aren’t always my cup of tea.
But this weekend, it’s working.
We’re having picnics in the living room (she thinks it’s fun, I think it’s more contained cleaning). We’re reading more books in an hour than I read in all of 2011.
We’re (all of us) learning new skills.
And yeah, we’re doing a lot of laundry.
But we’re growing closer in this three-day hibernation.
I’d say lived-in looks pretty good on our house.
Today’s stream of consciousness prompt: How does winter make you feel and what do you do with those feelings? I loosely (ok, very loosely) followed the prompt this week.