Ukraine Adoption

Crazy lazy Sundays

There's that old saying, So much to do and so little time? Well, I have the time on the weekends, but what if I don't feel like doing any of it?

For real, there's laundry, cleaning, organizing, changing sheets. All of it. But it's not fun. And deep down I must still be 8 years old because I only want to do stuff that's fun. Is this so wrong?

I'd much rather hang out and be silly with my kids. But even then, sometimes enough is enough and I'm liking the cat's idea of finding a spot in the sunshine somewhere in the house.

So I have a few spots in the house where I can hide with a cup of coffee, a People magazine and/or the telephone to talk to my gal pals. No, not the bathroom. But after a few choruses of "MOM WHERE ARE YOUs," I'm usually discovered. I have even tried the basement way in the back, near the litter box. But the sounds of little feet (or big husband feet) tromping down the stairs are inevitable.

I guess I'm not a much better hider than Tara, who runs to her spot when I'm still standing right there, my eyes not yet covered. She crouches down and giggles with anticipation of being found. At least I give her the benefit of some alone time and pretend I don't see her for a few minutes!

When I slip off to exercise, I must be turning on my magnetic force because, before long, both kids and the cat are climbing on me. Same thing when I try to change my clothes, take a shower, make dinner or use the computer.

I can't find anyone when I'm cleaning, though. I should probably get back to that. Or not.
Posted by Laura at March 4, 2007 02:49 PM
Posted to Tara's Story