One Tiny Minute.

The living room is a mess and ingredients and dishes from lunch are still spread out all over the counter but I'm sitting down here anyway because I need just one tiny minute before I can face that mess.

The TV is on and the girls are watching one show because they promised they would watch quietly and not ask me any questions.

I just put the Tadpole down for his nap, finally. He has this terrible rash so I've been letting him run around naked all morning, trying to let his sore bum air out. The rash combined with his teething has left him a very cranky baby, and I sighed with relief when I laid him down on the bed and kissed his sweet little forehead. (A forehead that is no longer covered by wispy, soft golden curls because I accidentally had the barber cut his hair WAY too short. It's growing on me but I cried the first day because there was a little boy standing where my baby used to be and that's not fair!).

I still have to pick up the house, do the laundry, finish the Mermaid's schooling, and then run to the store because I forgot to buy fish food again! Maybe one day I will own a Prius and I won't hate running to the store for such little things but now in my van I feel guilty every time I have to make extra trips due to my forgetfulness.

The Earth is sick, and we have to do what we can to make her better I always tell the girls, then tell myself I will write "Don't forget fish food" on my hand in permanent marker next time, if that's what it takes.

It's rainy and cloudy and this type of weather always makes me be too hard on myself.

My one tiny minute has now turned into 15. We'll finish up schooling but maybe instead of cleaning we'll put on rain jackets and rain boots and go splash in puddles.

And embrace this rainy weather, for once.

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One Tiny Minute.