Hello, Five-Minute Friday! I've missed you. I've linked up over here with other bloggers, where we overlook mistakes and imperfection and just write for five minutes on the same prompt.I'm stuck here in a quiet house, amidst Kleenix and cough drops and vapor rub. Ick. It's my day off and all I can do is rest. I'm torn between wanting to take advantage of a good excuse to do nothing and that nagging voice in my head that tells me I need to be productive. You'd think it'd be a no-brainer, huh.
Doing nothing has won out. My pounding head has seen to that. I've sat here on the couch while my sweet girl cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, and made pancakes, all with her little one under foot. I wished that I could at least scoop up my grandson so she could work more quickly (dumb sick germs).
I'm left to these thoughts in a clean, quiet house, as my loves head to the grocery store for weekend supplies. I worry that she'll have a hard time juggling her wallet and bags and the baby, but then smile and remind myself that she can do it. She's a mom. And God gave moms capes.