Me, Myself, And I

The kids are at my mom's until I pick them up tomorrow. I didn't want Caleb to scream as I left to go to the doctor this morning. He has horrible withdrawal symptoms when we separate. The other two could care less. After my appointment, I walked through the mall and actually looked at the clothes. Then I went home and did absolutely nothing. Didn't cook one meal or sweep one floor. Ahh, refreshing. I did write though. Pastor's Anniversary is coming up and I need to get my speech together. Some of my best work is done at the last minute. Atleast that's what I tell myself. I was grateful for this little time for myself, even though half of it was spent wondering what the kids were doing. Why do we do that?