Like It's My Job.

The snow has been coming down since Sunday morning now and it's that pretty, sparkly snow that as it falls, it glistens. It's falling fast enough that the dirty, yucky snow from days past is covered up now and it all looks fresh and new, no specks of brown and black mush.

Just white. Pure white.

I admit I am most often a mom with a list. I wake up with expectations and plans of how a day is going to go whether it's playdates or errands or cleaning, the list goes on.

Today, I just didn't know. I had gone back and forth about bringing E back into the doctor but then she was symptom free of ear issues again this morning and that snow outside was begging to be stomped in and pushed around the yard.

So my littles played and waited for me to shower and get ready for the day. Making a mess wherever they went, my house shows it now like you wouldn't believe. And most days, I would not even be able to look past it, but today watching the big, shiny snowflakes fall, I did, because, you know, I want to live like it's my job to go outside and play.

I am pretty much a broken record here, I know. But those baskets of clean clothes and toys strewn about the living room, they'll still be here for years to come, but my littles, they won't be little for so long.

There will always be tasks to take care of and in some ways, that's my job, too. But today, so far at least, I'm getting my priorities straight.

Today, I'm living like playing in the snow is my job.

Maybe you should, too.