Just potter around with the kids.
Stroll through the garden and look at the flowers, not the weeds.
Stare at the clouds or the mountain for a few minutes.
Be more spiritual.
And make time for breakfast. Not the bacon and eggs, full-house kind. Just something simple and easy. I use to operate on breakfast but lost the habit somewhere along the way. Not sure why or how, but I have a sneaky suspicion it just sort of happened in the midst of all the morning chaos of getting everybody else ready for the day.
So yesterday, I made a batch of muesli and this morning I spent a few minutes outside with M and our new puppy. Just eating and pottering and enjoying the cuteness of both M and the Beagle.
We named the puppy Bonga, which sort of mean thank you in the Zulu as we thought we had so much to be thankful for and because the kids could not stop saying thank you when she arrived.
And she could not resist the muesli either. But then again at the moment she cannot resist most things. Shoes, carpets, toys, just about anything get chewed. And we love her more for it.