{Tea} time.

Warning. Rampling personal post ahead … 😉

I used to read a lot. 
I love reading. I am a fast reader. I love books and I have always wanted a huge library in my home. I am teaching my five year old to read (a very awesome feeling!) and my girls and I read books every night before bed.

But since having three little girls underfoot, a business to run, a household to run, a life to live and never-ending laundry to fold, well, my reading falls by the wayside. And when I say fall … I mean, it hits rock bottom in the deepest, darkest dried up old well in an abondaded field miles from civilaztion. I never ever find the chance to read anymore.And that makes me sad. If I sit, it’s because I’m proofing or folding laundry or teaching JK to my daughter or going over the keys on the piano or changing a bum on the living room carpet or painting a little girl’s toenails … oh, the list could go on.
Well, a few afternoons ago, the girls were playing nicely (nicely being the key word) in the backyard and I had most of my “chores” done, so I decided – dare I sit?! – to crack open a book and sit on the back porch – one of my favourite places to sit and relax. The lilacs are in full bloom, the pear tree is bursting with flowers and everything is lush and green with the newness of spring in the oasis of my backyard.

 

So I cut some lilacs from the bushes … (they happen to be my most favourite flower in the ENTIRE world) …

 

 

I made some tea (yes, I drink tea for a treat, coffee for necessity!). 

 

And I sat. And read. I actually cracked the cover of this book, which my mother-in-law gave me to for LAST Mother’s Day. Yes, over a year ago … and I hadn’t touched it till this week. Sad. 

 

 

(Yes, some mornings, that above picture IS my life!)

 

and it was like an 8-minute spa-soul makeover. That’s all my short break lasted but that didn’t matter. I felt refreshed and renewed and incredibley happy. It didn’t matter that I still had 10,000 things to do on my to-do list. I didn’t matter that my two year old was stomping around in her underwear by this point (I think she’s a nudist at heart) and it didn’t matter that the car still needed cleaning out. 

It just felt good to sit.

And then this little one sauntered up and smiled at me with her eyes … 

 

And I sighed. A happy sigh. I am a lucky momma. 

And I totally going to force myself to take more tea breaks in the upcoming weeks … 
P.S. Yes, I have my camera with me at all times. Seriously. It’s an addiction!