The Ants Go Marching

My current Avon campaign is due in tomorrow. I haven't been promoting, so sales haven't been too good. I need to find the time to sit down and rework my business plan. Being home on maternity leave, my time is unpredictable. I never know when I will get 10 minutes let alone an hour or two to work on my business.

The time goes by so fast, I am just enjoying being home with my kids right now. They make me laugh. They are my world. I will be back to work before I know it and I don't want to miss a second with them. Right now I have somehow miraculously gotten both kids down for a nap. This gave me some free time to get the dishes into the dish washer, cut up a melon, and sit down for just a minute. I'm waiting for one or the other to cry any second now to let me know my quiet time is over.

Since all I can think about right now is my little ones, I guess I'll type about them too. J is two and a half years old (I can't believe she is already that old, but I guess that is a lament for another blog). She LOVES bugs. She has since the day she was born and the toys I got to hang on her infant carrier were three little stuffed bugs. She would just stare at them and laugh. Well over the last few days we have had a handful of ants wander into our family room. She keeps picking them up to show me. Of course she doesn't know how to pick them up without squishing them, so they don't make it long enough to see the look of joy in her face when she catches one. I try to tell her don't pick them up, you might hurt them. Her answer to me was, "But I love them Mommy, they're OUR ants!." Guess I can't argue with that logic.