I love Saturdays

Sometimes on Saturdays I feel awfully guilty and lazy. I look around the house and see the tipped over vase, the folded clothes waiting to be put away, the pillows strewn all over the living room, and the dishes piled in the sink. Then I go over and make sure the front door is locked and vow not to open it if anyone decides to drop by. Surrounded by the mess and a napping baby I try to figure out what on earth I've done with the past 5 hours of the day. So I made a list.

Practicing names and words
Breakfast pancakes and bananas
Reading books and cuddling
Helping fold laundry
Horsey rides on moms lap
Sneaking jelly beans from the old Easter eggs mom forgot about
Giggling because he got caught by mom
Pretend Grocery shopping
Playing dump trucks
Dancing with headphones
Soccer
More soccer
More Dancing with headphones
Practicing counting
More soccer (yes we played a lot of indoor soccer today)
Hide and seek with the blanket
Playing with turtle
Running across the couch like its hot lava then jumping on my lap for safety (I know this was dangerous and a good mom would have never let such craziness occur)
Jumping on the couch (yes I know still dangerous and an obvious forbidden activity. But I don't really like this couch that much anyways.)
Falling off the couch (yep... this is why the good moms don't let their kids jump on the couch.)
Cuddling and kisses to make it better (I think he exaggerated the pain a little bit to get extra kisses but who can complain when kisses make EVERYTHING better in less than 5 seconds?)
Italian ice snack
Watching dinosaur train for quiet time
Cuddling until we both fell asleep.

Well... I guess we did stuff. No it wasn't terribly productive, and yeah only one item on our agenda was one of my Saturday chores. Some people probably see a list like this and think I should be teaching him better work ethic or I should remember my responsibilities as a wife and mother. Some people are probably disturbed that I let a 20 month old boy fall off the couch and others are probably appalled that at 20 months we are still practicing words and names instead of fluent Chinese.
But we had fun. And I got to listen to my little boy giggle and laugh and he was happy and so was I. All day, well so far. Yeah my kid might not grow up in the cleanest house, and my husband may not get gourmet meals hardly ever. My kids will never be fluent in Chinese, French or any other foreign language because of me. But we will be happy and we will look back and love our memories of Saturdays much more so than I would remember how clean my house stayed and how organized everything was. Is there too for improvement? Undeniably. It wouldn't hurt to have him help me do dishes and incorporate some cleaning into the fun. But all in all when I look back at the last 5 hours, I feel alright about what we've done. (just as long as no visitors stop by until I've cleaned up a little.) :-)