That’s what I call my life now. I don’t work anymore. All alone in my cute little house, well sort of. I babysit my newborn grand daughter weekdays, and my one year old grand daughter a few days at a time here and there. I go to church, spend time with friends, and am in love. My wonderful boyfriend is fun, kind, thoughtful, handsome, strong, athletic, hard working, and he is a learned Christian. I see my daughter daily, I would see her plenty even if I wasn’t taking care of her baby while she is in her classes. We are close. I like my daughter a lot. My son lives an hour away so I don’t see him so much, but hopefully that will improve soon. He will have another car soon so I won’t have to do all the driving.
It’s a pretty busy life of leisure I have. Today I have housework to do and I am just to tired and my back hurts. It didn’t bother me a bit today that the baby didn’t want to be put down. I’m dressed and the dishwasher has been unloaded. I am aiming for getting it reloaded too. I had a small dinner party the other day. I just made jambalaya, friends made salad and a yummy dessert. It was a lot of fun, but my kitchen got trashed and it still pretty much is. I HATE a messy kitchen. Yesterday there was a big leak under y kitchen sink and I couldn’t get it fixed until late evening when the boyfriend came over. I was busy with the one year old so it wasn’t to hard to ignore the kitchen. Now I just need to get it done. Soon I need to get to the grocery store too. I wish I felt a little better. I wish the sunshine would come back.
This life of Leisure is good. It just isn’t perfect. What life is?
