Playing hooky.

Do you ever read something that just resonates with you. Just nestles down in your brain and you just can't shake it? This happened to me after reading a blog post in December. Well, really just the essence of the blog post. I'm sure the blogger really needs no introduction, Kelle Hampton, from enjoying the small things. I like reading her blog, it is a little guilty pleasure I have.

In December she wrote about feeding the wolf. The quote , she used, just stuck in my mind.

There is an ancient Native American story about an old Cherokee who told his grandson about the battle that goes on within us. "My son," he told him, "Inside every one of us dwells two wolves, one evil, one good. The evil one is angry and jealous, full of regret and arrogance, greed and sorrow, guilt and self-pity. The other is good. He is kind and loving, full of hope and peace, joy and compassion."
The young boy thought about it for a moment. "Which wolf wins?" he asked his grandfather.
The old Cherokee smiled and simply replied, "...the one you feed."

I have a day off work today. I had a huge plan of what I was going to do. I was going to tidy and clean K's bedroom, find a place for all of the toys she received at Christmas time and move the furniture around a little. I would hoover my floors and scare them with the mop for a change. I would use this time practically , sensibly.

This morning I woke up to a grey , rainy day. A grumpy boy and a loud and slightly crazy girl. I have come down and sat at the laptop to drink my cup of tea and eat breakfast.

The sky is clearing, the day is looking brighter. So I have decided I am going to play hooky. I'm gonna grab my best girl, we are gonna head out somewhere for a girly morning. Peeking into shop windows and maybe a bite out for lunch.

Then I am going to drop her off at nursery and I am going to visit with my Joe boy and breathe in his yumminess.

I am going to feed my good wolf.

I don't know how to have a house that isn't full of toys and laughter, crumbs and scraped knees. My home was full from the start. I am more than ok with that! Tidying my house just doesn't feed my soul in the same way as impromptu mornings out with my girl.

There will be many years ahead of me where all of the rooms in my house are tidy and organised. Where things will still be where I left them, where everything will be as it was when I left for the day.

The thought of those days make me want to enjoy these days even more.

So I am taking my last sip of tea, I am going to grab my handbag and my girly girl and we are off to find some moments that will feed my good wolf. He is hungry.