Busy is such relative concept.
I remember when busy looked like three little kids under three years old and my days were filled with sippee cup spills and making scrambled eggs and marathon reading sessions of Goodnight Moon and Guess How Much I Love You and Corduroy.
And I remember busy weeks where I managed an actual small school at my living room table with six students and painting sessions while we read through the Narnia books and the Little House on the Prairie series and we crafted together and we cooked and we took daily nature walks.
Now busy is a full time job and freelance work and homeschooling one high school freshman at that same table and wishing I could fit more nature walks in and trying to encourage a once a week family dinner because schedules are legitimately all over the place.
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