Lately, I've been living as my friend, Brittany, so eloquently phrased
it: with my head under a blanket, eating ice cream. In other words, I
seem to have completely lost any desire to be productive. And some would
argue this is not a bad place to be.
We got a pretty
significant snow storm in the Tri-Cities last week which resulted in the
girls and I spending five solid days without leaving the house. In our
little 'women about town' world, this is basically unheard of...and I
might have ended up enjoying it a bit too much.
I
remember doing a lot of laundry and cleaning and organizing, but you
definitely wouldn't know it to look at the house. Basically, it all
boiled down to spending a lot of time together as a family. It was an
epic snow-bound staycation. And as a result I slid into sloth mode,
content to just sit and be with my children. How novel!
Frankly,
I'm kind of pissed at society for keeping this from me. There are set
ideals in our culture for how socialized and stimulated children should
be (in twelve different directions). And all the while, parents are
busting their humps, driving in a dozen directions at once, wasting the
most precious time they have with their kids all for the sake of
ensuring they'll be well rounded...whatever that means.
I
know that moderation is best in all things-and eventually our Utopian
lock-in did have to end. This week Audrey went to preschool and Bailey
and I went shopping-something we hadn't done in over a week. And even
though I would rather keep my girls in their little home-bound cocoon, I
also know I can still cherish time spent walking around Target for the
sake of letting Bailey see new things or sitting with my youngest in a
coffee shop, whiling away the time until our little trio can reunite.
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