I practiced Lounging Complacency today. Otherwise known as the stay home, relax, and be fine with it exercise.
I admit it. "Hi, my name is Tiffany and I am a Go-go-aholic."
I've acknowledged that I have difficulty implementing the stillness proponent during the wake hours of our days--and I wish I didn't feel like we had to go somewhere every day--so last night I decided that this very Tuesday would be different.
We were to be still. In our home. Together.
So today was a pajama party for us all. Well, not all. Norah and Hazel woke up soaked to the bone, so they had breakfast in clean t-shirts, then went straight upstairs for a "splish splash," then into clean outfits. And I changed into lounging clothes from my real pajamas. But Julia and Luke sported their Cinderella and Basketball jammies through and through.
And somehow this whole thing was super invigorating. And refreshing. Like a breath of Starbucks' whole bean Breakfast Blend. Ahh.
I know that most days we all clean up nicely, like this little guy does:
..which makes today's all day pajama party--filled with morning breath--seem just fine.