It's the second day of school and my Mother asked me that question.
What am I going to do with my day?
I am going to sip on a cup of hot tea.
I am going to blog a little so I can get back into a regular habit of writing.
I'm going to mop my floors and clean bathrooms.
And if you don't think the idea of those two things thrills my soul than you have obviously not had the pleasure of trying to do those two simple chores while children are in the house all day. Today I will do those two things and both will remain clean and shiny for longer than two seconds and something within me will sigh with peace as I look out over my domain and I will announce it to be good, very good.
I do this knowing full well that at around four-ish this afternoon an explosion of sorts will occur. Socks, shoes, lunch boxes, backpacks, textbooks, notebook paper, pencils and erasers will fly out like shrapnel from a gun and there will be an eruption of sound as stories are told and lessons are shared from today.
Dinner will have to be cooked and tomorrow's lunch prep will need to be done along with the nightly task of getting uniforms ready.
It will be a noisy controlled chaos that will rush through the afternoon and evening like a wave crashing onto the shore. And then hugs and kisses will be given out with bedtime prayers and the waters will recede as lights go out.
And for a moment I will stand in the darkness and quiet of my living room and I will remember this moment, this cup of tea, and know that we're back to normal.