Today is a dreary rainy Sunday, the kind of day where you just want to curl up on the couch with a book or a movie on TV. Except you can’t, because the minute you even THINK about such a plan, there is a child dressed in a Minnie Mouse costume demanding that you pay attention to her by repeatedly crashing into the china cabinet with her ride-on toy and laughing demonically.
Since James and I were already on Stella-watch, the to-do list was fair game.
So far today between the two of us we have:
- Made breakfast (pancakes), lunch and two snacks
- Washed, dried and ironed three loads of laundry
- Polished a few pairs of shoes
- Made a big pot of soup
- Supervised the decorating of Easter eggs
- Had one long-distance phone call
- Vacuumed two floors (for the second time this weekend)
- Sold an item on kijiji
- Done some work for a client
- Dismantled an abandoned fort
- Dismantled an abandoned concert stage
- Dusted the fans and baseboards
- Written this blog post
We also supervised the girls, in case anyone is worried. |
There is talk of long Sundays – almost too long! – where we would wake up at 10am or later, toss out a few options for the day (brunch? the movies? (gasp) both?) I have fuzzy memories of all day TV box set marathons. Sometimes we would just go to the mall ... because we had nothing better to do. Nothing.Better.To.Do.
It is important to
note that this is not a dig at those without kids. In fact, if you don’t have kids, stop reading
now and go watch a movie. Or eat a meal
in peace. Do it for me, please. Except don't be surprised if this gal shows up at your door:
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Whatcha doin? |
I can't help but feel that we should have been much more productive pre-kids, and yet we have nothing to show for our time. Neither of us wrote a novel, learned a new
language or a musical instrument, we didn’t even take the time to learn how to
use our camera properly. Now, the mere
thought of sleeping in past 7am (without a child's elbow in your side or foot in your face) is a luxury.
Even the six-year-old-pre-teen in our house can’t get any downtime on a lazy Sunday; Minnie Mouse is following her from room to room and smacking her on the head with some cardboard when she stops paying attention to her.
So another not-so-lazy Sunday goes by. But really, who can complain when the
distraction is this cute? I guess now I have something better to do.
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