Ahh, the unexpected quiet of Monday afternoon. Quiet because all of my daughters are absent at the moment (one nap, two playdates). Unexpected because both the playdates were last minute deals and the nap should have been over an hour ago. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I think these little gifts of time are great. I'm sure there are a hundred things I could be doing, but why? I'd much rather do those things to the soundtrack of "Mommy can I have some juice?" "So-and-so stole the remote!"or, my personal favorite: "She hit/kicked/stuck-her-tongue-out-at me!". It's like I need the additional stress these phrases provide as incentive to move my butt. Or maybe when the girls are going on like that, I get loads of stuff done in order to avoid dealing with them in that moment. Hmmmmm...
I wish I had a good book to read. I've read all the ones currently in my possession... but wait, I've got an Iron Chef America stored in TiVo right now. Couch and remote, here I come. All I need now are the bon-bons. Buh-bye!
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