This week, the munchkins are on winter break.
There is no school bus to chase down and no homework to complete. Basketball games are on hiatus, and the gymnastics team only attends the day camp. There are no practices to run to and no lunches to prepare.
This "nothing to do" week has me wanting to go nowhere. The desire to hibernate is strong.
Fierce.
Paralyzing.
My bones are craving sweatpants and my tummy is craving pizza. My days are spent cleaning, running laundry, "resting" my eyes while the munchkins play and clawing through Christmas mess.
Every few hours I accomplish something. The time in between is for nothing-ness.
And it's lovely.
There is no school bus to chase down and no homework to complete. Basketball games are on hiatus, and the gymnastics team only attends the day camp. There are no practices to run to and no lunches to prepare.
This "nothing to do" week has me wanting to go nowhere. The desire to hibernate is strong.
Fierce.
Paralyzing.
My bones are craving sweatpants and my tummy is craving pizza. My days are spent cleaning, running laundry, "resting" my eyes while the munchkins play and clawing through Christmas mess.
Every few hours I accomplish something. The time in between is for nothing-ness.
And it's lovely.
There is no school bus to chase down and no homework to complete. Basketball games are on hiatus, and the gymnastics team only attends the day camp. There are no practices to run to and no lunches to prepare.
This "nothing to do" week has me wanting to go nowhere. The desire to hibernate is strong.
Fierce.
Paralyzing.
My bones are craving sweatpants and my tummy is craving pizza. My days are spent cleaning, running laundry, "resting" my eyes while the munchkins play and clawing through Christmas mess.
Every few hours I accomplish something. The time in between is for nothing-ness.
And it's lovely.
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