After falling into bed at 11, 12, dare I admit 1 o'clock in the morning, my DS often asks what I have done that day. It is then that the wheels in my head begin to crank and churn as my brain struggles to sum up my day, to no avail. It is then that I realize that my time is filled with a lot and yet Nothing. Each day is spent run, run, running, and yet when asked what I do all day? Hmmmmmm. Does he really want to hear about the meals fixed, errands run, laundry done, carpools driven, noses wiped, "owies" bandaged, kisses administered, spills cleaned up, snatches of "between" time spent working, play-dates arranged, flower-beds weeded, etc? Not really...I don't blame him so much of it just fits under the category of "Oh, Nothing...".
I don't feel bad about the way I occupy my day...I genuinely work hard, but I must admit my Nothing sometimes weighs me down and at times even seems trivial. Deep down I know my Nothing is priceless and sometimes I even have so much Nothing that it actually amounts to Something and then I share. So when he comes home tonight after a week in which he has been home exactly 17.5 hours (yes, that includes time spent sleeping) and he asks what I have been up to I will probably snuggle up to him and think about all the Nothing I have done and figure out which Somethings I should share....
15 June 2007
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3 comments:
Very sweet.
That doesn't sound like nothing to me. It sounds like very hard work. Keep up the good work, your kids are good kids and it is because of all of your hard work.
So well put.
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