Sometimes I plan too much, my expectations are focused on tasks, productivity, predictability.

I have days where nothing goes according to plan. Sometimes they are bad days where everyone is very grumpy. But other times they are wonderful where instead of napping, we play with play-dough; instead of TV, we fly a kite. My to-do list might not get shortened, but what I really want to do, I do more of: play with and comfort my children, spend time just talking with my husband, and garden or read a good book.

Sometimes I look froward to nap time, where I can do a whole lot by myself. But it is better when I look forward to when the kids wake up, when my husband walks in the door, when I get to spend time with the people I love not really doing anything.