I have watched my day gradually disappear. I’ve fiddled with a bit of writing here and there. I’ve enjoyed a coffee with friends, catching up on news and our lives. I’ve made after-school snacks for the kids.
This morning, before school drop-off, was not the finest moment in my house. There were tears, shouts, fights, foot-stomps and name-calling—and not just from the kids, either. Once I recollected myself, called back my grown-up status and spoke calmly to the children, it was time to leave for school. A brief wave goodbye, and I hoped, with my eyes squeezed tightly shut, that their day is fine and the afternoon, after school, will be better.
So I’ve dabbled with laziness today, perhaps out of self-preservation. I’ve watched the clock tick by. It’s not a bad past-time. But not one that should, or could, be enjoyed on a daily basis. But sometimes, it is needed.