Then we came home and the whole family napped, and I mean marathon, champion napping...even the cat got in on the action. It felt so good to snuggle up to my kids and just let the house be messy (which it still is).
We ended the day with some taco bell for diner (because I believe in quality nutritious food only 90% of the time. The rest should be whatever you want!) and a movie, Lord Of The Rings.
And I have to say it was one of the best days I have had in a long time. No pressure to get some stupid assignment done. No rushing off to work. No cleaning...nothing. I only did what I wanted to do...that included eating two tapioca puddings for lunch...Yep it was that kind of day.
I leave you with this.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jalaladin Rumi, trans. Coleman Barks, The Guest House