For those of us who think weekends are for rest and relaxation, welcome to parenthood. It's a Saturday and by all accounts it should be a day to forget about work and unwind. But I think that's just a myth. Something that we can strive for and fantasize about, but it's way out of reach.
Between swimming classes, food shopping, and multiple play dates I feel like an abused taxi driver. Now that dusk has arrived and I have a few moments to introspect, let's dig into my fantasy files and see what I would have done instead. Let's see:
Wake up at 9. Make that 10.
Read my Hemingway book in bed for a while.
Eat a hearty breakfast. Toast, eggs, and juice will be fine.
Watch some TV. Well, we don't even have a TV, but that a story for another time.
Read a few more pages.
Go out to lunch with the Mrs.
A little siesta in the afternoon.
Surf the Web and some hobby programming if I'm in the mood.
Some more TV.
Dinner.
Watch a movie.
Some more TV until whenever.
Sleep.
Okay, that was pretty boring. It was a hectic day, and I spent most of it in the car bussing the kids to various locations. But seeing them enjoying their day gives a me a warm feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction. Let's file that fantasy in the lethargy folder and preferably staple it shut for now. More trudging to come tomorrow.
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// posted by rh