Today I have spent nearly 100% of my day taking care of my children.

This has included, but is not limited to:

Getting two children dressed and out the door, alone, by 8:30am, dressed in proper clothing and winter attire;

Removing a small boy from the dishwasher;

Kissing 2 boo-boos;

Waking up a sleeping baby who shook his head no and went back to sleep;

Agreeing to sing the boy part of a song, even though I need to learn the girl part;

Slow dancing in my living room with a handsome date;

Pushing up the frozen yogurt in the popsicle (you know, the popsicles that are made when you freeze those long stick yogurts) approximately 14 times;

Pulling a steaming mug of cocoa out of the hands of a baby;

Pulling a plunger out of the hands of a baby;

The list goes on and on.

And, the truth is, this left me with very little time to do anything for myself. I did manage to change from pajama pants to sweatpants, swap a sweatshirt for a sweater and slippers for boots and put on some blush.

But really, the rest of the time, it was just us, and it was nice, as it allowed me to be really present with my children in a way that I wouldn’t be if glued to my phone or computer.

While I may not have had spare time, I did not go technology free; Though my son does not watch TV,

he does watch the XBox1 Music Page. His favorite song is “All About that Bass”, but I also got him to sit through a lot of Brett.

And then, I realized, that maybe the reason why he sits and listens and stares at the screen because he is thinking, “Oh. So this is what I am going to look like when I grow up.”

It is nice to be off the grid a bit,

with a kid on my lap,

with a popsicle in his mouth,

as it drips down my sweatpants.

If only I had stayed in my pajamas.