I've come off a busy week with homeschooling. Looking forward to some girl time with my daughter. Soccer games, watching movies, eating pizza.
Every time the boys go away and I have these grand plans of cleaning up stinky socks found in odd corners of my house or getting the kitchen clean, absolutely clean for a whole day, I'm pulled in another direction. But whatever happens, I'm going with the flow.
I get a phone call from my husband (right?!). Solomon was stung by a yellow jacket today while camping. I'm going with the flow. Epi pen jabbed into his thigh, emergency room visit. I trust that my husband can handle it. I have complete faith in him.
Because I have a soccer game to go to. And our coach is asking for a parent to assistant ref the game and I'm one of two that have taken a ref class. The other mom isn't there. I'm nervous. I go with the flow. Enjoy myself. Feel good. Run up the sidelines and sweat buckets. Don't think about what I'm doing too much. Just try and do my best. It feels good to run. I'm sure Solomon is just fine.
It's a good day. Solomon is fine. It's all fine.
I come home and meditate on the lawn. I wish I didn't have a lawn. I've read that we have to tend to our lawns so intensely because they just want to grow up. They want to become adults. They want to evolve. I want my lawn to evolve. I feel sorry for my lawn. I cut it back and I repress it. That's what we're all fighting against. We want to be free. I hope someday I can let my lawn be free. Then, I'll be free too.
Thanks for putting up with the poor grammar and random thoughts today.
I just needed to be free.