HOLY KA-BEE-BEES!! Guess what?! You are never going to believe this!

You’re shocked, right? I know it, I know it. Pick your jaw up off the floor! I can’t even believe it! No where to be! No where to go! When does that EVER happen in this household? I can’t believe it! I sound like that guy selling concessions in Coming to America! — “I canNOT believe IT!”

What to do? What to do? Maybe we’ll paint our toenails, do arts and craps, who knows?! If I squint really hard, I think that there may be a viewing of “The Tale of the Bunny Picnic.” Classic, classic family entertainment. Maybe we’ll get wild and crazy and eat dinner for breakfast and breakfast for dinner. In the spirit of lazy day, I just may order in all of our meals! Maybe I’ll zip on over to Yia-Yia and Pop-Pop’s and mooch dinner off of them!

I’m just in such shock and awe that we have nothing planned. What to do? What to do? How about doing nothing. I’m going to finish this post and pack up the laptop. I’m going to turn off my cell phone after I place two calls that I’ve been putting off (hello, Well Baby check). I’m going to be IN THE MOMENT with Mo and Co and not worry that we’re going to be late for XYZ because we don’t have to be anywhere. I’m not going to worry about the laundry that has yet to be washed or folded, the dishes that need to be put away, or the dinner that has to be made — Craig’s out of town anyway. I’m feeling so reckless and lazy, I’m not even going to pick the toys up off the floor! WHOA!

I need a day like this, not just because we have been planned, scheduled, having to be somewhere five minutes ago since both of Mo and Co took their first breaths with their fully formed lungs, but because I’ve forgotten what it means to just be. I have been so wrapped up in making sure the girls are well rounded and entertained, making sure every minute of the day is accounted for from the time they wake-up until their little heads hit the beds, I’ve missed the important things. I’ve got to stop what I’m doing and just be there when Mo asks for hugs and loves instead of doing two things at once. I’m going to carry Co around and when she gets too heavy, I’ll switch arms and keep going. I’ve realized that if I don’t stop to breathe, to laze about and be with my girls, when I finally am ready, when I’ve dotted the last “i” and crossed the last “t”, they’ll be too big to pick up with any ease or too independent to want to spend some lazy time with Mom.

I’ve wasted far too much time doing something today. Time to do nothing.