Perfect Weekend

When I think of the perfect weekend, I think of my homework being not only completed but also understood thus, allowing me to enjoy the weekend with a clear mind.  Unclouded with thoughts of fractions, passwords, blogs, and drafts.  Seeing my children run and play out side, hearing laughter, discovering new pieces of earth during exploring.  I close my eyes as the warm sun touches my skin smiling because I am happy knowing this is my life.  It really doest matter where I am at, just as long as we are together.  If we can get through one afternoon without anyone bleeding, crying and fighting I will have had the perfect weekend.