Saturday is usually a day of hustle and bustle in our house, a day of constant movement and seemingly unending motion.

Yard work, repairs, cleaning, cooking, child care, soccer games, shopping — it makes the day pass in a flash. And I never really notice just how busy we usually are until we aren’t. With both kids a bit sick, today became a stay-at-home day.

And except for some cleaning and a bit of cooking, with some grading squeezed in here and there (40 out of 50 complete) and the Girl’s Polish schooling, it was an uneventful day.

It’s hardly something to complain about, though. Nothing on occasion is just fine.