I practiced a little race walking. In the rain pushing a stroller. I’ve never liked running, but I do like to walk fast. It was the first time I’ve really race walked, and it was fun. It’s very beautiful outside, we are into the psychedelic spring phase where everything is blooming like crazy.

We had story time at the library, playing at home with lots of friends over today, and far too much procrastination on my part. My mantra today after a slower morning and a lot of negative thoughts on my part was to just show up. I didn’t need to do anything great but simply do the things that needed to get done, and be there for my boys.

I ran across a similar theme in a blog post and video. I have a hard time accepting that some days are worse than others: I want every day to be perfect. But it’s not going to be and some days all I really need to do is the bare minimum. There’s nothing wrong with slow days.

I did weed a big bucket of weeds, and helped my husband paint the ceiling. I wanted to try out a textured paint there.

To be honest, I like the look for such paint jobs, but I also do them out of laziness.

We had soccer in the rain. I had two little boys on my lap under a big warm blanket. One was hiding under the blanket.