The kids have left to go sledding. The baby has fallen asleep. Marshmallows are strewn throughout the house commemorating a hot cocoa extravaganza. Old mittens and hats are drying from a previous snowman-making trek. NPR is playing in the background. My reheated mug of coffee is in my hand. And, I am alone...relatively speaking.
I'm feeling a little guilty. We really should be at church. But you know how it goes after the first snow. The kids want to spend countless hours going in and outside and well, I just want to stay in my pajamas and pretend that I don't have a care in the world.
It has dawned on me that there are only 21 days left until Santa comes and well, this Santa has nothing checked off her list or packaged under the tree. We also need to get Christmas cards out to friends and family. We should probably start preparing for our trip down south. Oh and, I'm teaching the Christmas art lesson at Sam's school...gotta figure out a lesson plan for that. And, and, and.
It really never ends. The list of to do's. The responsibilities. The expectations that we place upon ourselves. The silly ways we stress ourselves. I suppose it doesn't end unless we tell it to. So, for today, enough is enough. If I never make it out of my slippers and I find little bits of marshmallow under the couch or beds, who cares? Did I laugh with my kids? Did I take the time to read an interesting article or listen to something worthwhile? Did I pray and thank God for the blessings in my life?
The truth is, enough is actually more than enough.