Confession: All week I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself. I've been impatient and the children have been snippy. We've got serious cabin fever. I've been having thoughts like "If we could just have a change of pace, things would be better." "We need to get out of town, then everyone would be happy." My personal pathetic favorite: "These kids aren't experiencing enough! They need to see more, do more."
And then something magical happened. This afternoon after we got home from the pool all of the children were in the living room. Reading books, pawing through the new American Girl catalog, playing with dolls. They were being kind to each other. No sniping, no fighting. I realized then that while vacations are wonderful (and we look forward to a couple of adventures soon) these quiet moments, the moments in our own cozy brick house, are sure to be the most enjoyable of our summer.
And the best part? They don't cost a thing.