Yesterday, I took a vacation.
I played with an almost 1 year old adorable little boy.
I changed diapers.
I read Skippyjon Jones.
I waited for the bus. Twice.
I had rest time with an awesome 5 year old. (I fell asleep; she didn't.)
I celebrated a 100% on a spelling test.
I ordered pizza.
I crazy danced with my shoes off.
I played dolls...badly.
I helped with math homework. (Hey, I can do 2nd grade math!)
I helped with bath time and was rewarded by getting water dumped on my pants.
I kissed three little faces goodnight.
I was hugged a lot, and was tickled a little too much.
I laughed. A lot.
There were other pretty amazing things about the day. I watched a good movie (that wasn't a cartoon) and had much needed conversation time with a friend. We talked about strengths and weaknesses. (And spoiler: Sharing weakness helps. A lot.)
The best part of this is that I didn't have to fly far away or drive for hours.
I drove 15 minutes down the road and found the most peaceful day I've had in a while.
And it was just what I needed.