Rare Saturday

It's a morning of rare occurrences.

First of all, the remnants of Hurricane Isaac are steadily soaking our parched yard.

Second of all, it's barely 9 am, and we have eaten breakfast, played, and made two loaves of banana bread (that are actually out of the oven!  This means that they were in the oven by 8!)

Third, and most surprising?  All three boys are quietly playing in the basement.  I don't hear yelling, screaming, or crying.  I'm almost afraid to go down and see what I might find.  But I decided to tempt fate and sit down with my coffee for a few minutes and enjoy what is a nice, peaceful, rainy morning.  Something we haven't had in months.

Usually on a Saturday I have gotten up early, been for a run, and came home to a house full of playing boys (usually still in their PJ's).  Sometimes even there is breakfast waiting for me (have I mentioned how much I love my husband?).  Saturday mornings are at once lazy and crazy.

So forgive me for indulging in a quiet moment.  All too soon one of the boys will be calling me, trying to complain about something the other did.  Or, eventually I will have to go down to the basement, as I promised.

Enjoy your Saturday morning, I hope it's as nice as mine!