We had a lazy day. It was pouring with rain, as the west coast will do, and all of us were exhausted from soccer, early mornings and the go-go-go of the week.

I have a love/hate relationship with lazy.  I love the feeling of curling up on the couch, fire crackling and feeling like there is no where I need to be.  That I can get cozy, and potentially nap if I felt the urge.

But, I also feel guilty as I lie there, earlobes deep into my book (or greys anatomy.. if I am being truly honest) There is stuff I can be doing, and is it really all that good to just let the kids stream videos all day long?

So the day kept going, and the rain kept falling, and at some point the kids starting clustering.

It was at that point that there was only one thing left to do, we got wet.

I had a friend once say to me that if you wait for it to stop raining on the west coast, you will never do anything.  And she is right, the rain shouldn’t stop us, and while it is nice to curl up by the fire, it is even BETTER to curl up by the fire after getting wet and cold outside.  To relax, and snack, after laughing so hard during a splash fight.

Too sit, after standing. To dry off after being wet.

We spent some time outside exploring rain puddles, splashing through them, and marvelling at the downpour we were experiencing, after months of drought.

We got wet. And cold. And dirty.
and then we ran baths, put out nibbles and stoked the fires.

And as I sat with a glass of red wine, and a book in my lap, I no longer felt guilty about it. I had found the balance in a lazy day.