I'm still learning how to balance life.

I've been struggling. This isn't news. This happens all the time. It remains true, however. I don't usually struggle quite so much this time of year - long, bright summer days are a good thing for me. I have a watch tan line. I even have a swim suit tan line, though it's faint. I'm getting out and trying to breathe in this time, save it up, store it away.

Maybe that's my problem. Perhaps storing this up just doesn't work.

I digress.

I made a list of things to do today. I didn't like my list; I was grumpy, with a headache, and an 18mo old with an attitude problem. I haven't been able to accomplish things today. Going forward in a slow stop-start, pausing my goals long enough to change a diaper or tell him (again!) to get off the table. Eventually, I just gave up.

We went upstairs to the big bed. We rolled and wrestled. He laughed until he was breathless. He would take a break and wave goodbye, to climb onto his rocking horse but he never stayed away long. We cuddled and hugged. Finally, he laid his head down on my arm while I stroked his back and his eyes drifted closed.

The 18mo old with an attitude is asleep, so I can go back to that dreaded to do list. And I will, because somebody has to do the laundry. But I'm adding "play with kid" to the list, because I should do that, too.