This afternoon my children were either napping or out of the house. (I’m hoping that the one at school wasn’t napping as well…classtime power naps don’t start until junior high, right?) (Not that I would know, of course.) (*cough*)
The laundry needed doing, dinner needed prepping, my body needed exercising, every square inch of ye ole household needed dusting (at the very least). And yet what I chose to do was make myself some chocolate pudding and curl up on the couch to peruse my beloved Celerie Kemble interiors book.
Sometimes my joy is very short-sighted. And I’m okay with that. Because, honestly? Chocolate pudding will exist in heaven. There’s no doubt in my mind.