I had plans for today, and they weren't particularly festive ones.
We'd just returned from vacation, and there were three piles of laundry waiting their turn for the machine.
I had some online work to do, as well, and I noticed as I carried my coffee to the computer that the weekend of rain had turned my little garden into a bed of weeds. Today's sunny afternoon would be a great time to fix that.
But I didn't count on the pool. And the kids. Today was the first weekend our subdivision pool was open, and I hadn't realized that our kids had been counting down the days.
"Can we go? Can we go?" asked my daughter as soon as she woke up. My son soon joined the chant. I didn't want to. I really didn't. I knew it would be mobbed. And really, I was ... busy. But looking at their faces, I couldn't say no.
Lying on the deck chair, with the sun warming my face, I couldn't say I'd made a bad choice Sometimes, kids force you to have fun. And that's not always a bad thing.