Thursday of last week, I did something in the afternoon I haven’t done in a very long time. Jedi was at school, J took Buzz to his speech class. The only souls left to rule the roost were Abby and myself, and she conked out for a nap shortly after the last of the boys left.
I had 2 hours to myself. To do whatever I wanted.
I can’t even remember the last time I had 2 hours to myself. Without my ears on constant alert of destruction. Without stress of what’s going to happen next. Without demands and noise. Without trying to be in a million different places at once.
What do I do with myself for 2 hours?
A few different ideas ran through my mind; I could dust off a book and actually read a few chapters, or skim through a more suitable magazine. I could give myself a manicure. I could soak in a bath, or streak the house naked. I could join Abby in some shuteye. I could even take the initiative and clean like crazy, but there’s no fun in that.
Instead, I sat on the couch. I propped my feet up on the table, an open netbook resting in my lap. The volume on the television decreased to a faint whisper. A soda in one hand, a chocolate donut in the other. Because what says celebration more than junk food. And I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. In peace and quiet.
I haven’t been able to do that in such a long time.
I can’t wait to do it again.