Who would have known that sometimes a six year old can have more wisdom than Buddha?
Everyone has those Sundays where you don't feel like starting the work week the next morning. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my job, I just happen to love sitting at home with my family more.
So I was admittedly a little bit in the dumps last Sunday as I was not in the mood to get up at 5:30 AM the next morning and leave the comfort of my bed where my husband, who is always toasty warm, was curled up around me, and my baby was snoozing soundlessly with her little puffy sleep face etched into my head.
"I really don't feel like going to work tomorrow."
And my husband gives me that apologetic look like he is saying hey lady, I would trade places with you any day. (Though I don't buy it. I think he LOVES staying home with the baby and playing mister mom.)
And Charlotte grins at me which tugs on the heartstrings a little anyway.
But Bekah? Not her. She is looking at my quizzically like I just said the stupidest thing she has ever heard.
And I am gearing up for a Bekah type solution.
"Then don't go to work, mom."
And there it is!
How simple was that?
I can always count on her to point out the blatantly obvious.