Life's too easy right now. I'm getting nervous. But I'm also thinking I need to be more prepared for these easy days.
The other afternoon, Baby went down for a 2 plus hour nap. Belle went next door to play at a neighbor's house. Boo watched a Netflix movie on my laptap.
Unprepared for the break, I did what I thought was most urgent and logical. I dusted my countertops.
Even as I spritzed and wiped, I was thinking, "There's something else I should be doing. What is it?"
Miles away are two good friends. Friends who would call these days anything but easy. And I hurt for them. Often I've wanted to pick up the phone and ask how today was. But I don't because the volume in our home is typically high, and too distracting for a real grown-up, mommy-to-mommy conversation.
But there I was with two hours of quiet time. And I was cleaning my kitchen.
Rather than regretting the clean counters, I will use them as a reminder, however long they stay clean. A reminder to be prepared for unexpected time, to be a friend, to give what I don't own: my time.
Do you have a plan for those expected hours?