It is naptime. Finally. Waylon just recently dropped his morning nap (most days anyway), and I had forgotten how long the distance between breakfast and naptime is (or can be anyway). June had a fever yesterday, so I kept her home from preschool today. She has so rarely been sick that it feels good to take care of her in this way, to baby her a bit. She is equal parts lethargic and thrilled to discover that sickness at our house sometimes means you get to watch a lot of TV.
Rule-abiding nerds that we are, though, Waylon is TV ineligible. Without June as his playmate, his foil, I have lost the ability to keep him entertained for hours on end. It is brutal, and I get testy. Leaving the house only once a day to go pick Georgia up from kindergarten is not a good recipe for my mental health. So I took June and Waylon to the grocery store to pick up a few essentials and feel like part of the world again.
Now it is naptime, and I'm sitting here in bed, using the computer, when I should be doing so much more. From where I sit I can see closets in need of weeding, papers to be filed, and as always, thank-you notes to be mailed. That hardly scratches the surface. If I walked a lap, I'd discover dozens of messes to pick up, meals to cook, Halloween costumes to finish up, maybe a resume to write, and as always, outgrown children's clothes to sort and store and give away. All day - everyday - I have the best intentions of tackling these things as soon as everyone is asleep, but then I just want to sit down. To waste time on the Internet. Or maybe read a book. Sometimes when pining for a vacation it occurs to me that what I really need to catch up around here is for the children to be on vacation, not me.
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