Looking down on the mowed lawn and garden patch.
As a kid but past the time of napping, I could not understand how one fell asleep during the day let alone why one would want to. There was just too much to do, too many books to read, too many places to go. As an adult, this disconnect with naps continued excepting a few special occasions. I quietly chucked at the old gaffers who nodded off with mouth open. And then the world laughed at me. All I can say is, “Thank God For Naps!”
This is true both of my own naps and those of my children. My daughter is mostly past napping, but she has quiet time. Rarely does this result in her actually sleeping, but when she is worn out, she will request a nap. My son had been going through a spell of short naps, but he is now back into the hour to two and a half hour naps. This happens twice a day.
On Sunday, I solo parented until dinner time, and in that time I packed in a great deal. With my daughter’s help, I made bread and mashed sweet potatoes with roasted garlic. We also planted seedlings in the garden, and I even managed to mow the lawn (with my electric mower that did not freak out the kids). My son was strapped in a stroller and so could not get accidentally hit by any gardening or yardwork tools. We did laundry and dishes. We did a lot.
In the middle of the afternoon, my son napped and my daughter took her quiet time resting on me as I moved between conscious and unconscious states. Usually her quiet time involves playing in her play room, and is only quiet in name. Yesterday, she was quiet and mostly resting. The whispered conversations and sharing was a highlight of the day.
I am now one of those fogies who fall asleep during the day, and I relish every chance I get to do it!
Filed under Chores, health
There are days after which I feel exhausted but feel like I didn’t do anything. Today is one of those days, and they usually involve the repeated tasks of keeping a house running: groceries, laundry, dishes, etc. Today focused heavily on groceries with some dishes and a bit of cooking interspersed.
Intermingled in all of this, my son walked a lot. He strolled through the store, his sister’s preschool, the sidewalk in front of the house, and all around the living room and dining room. In this day, my daughter continued to improve her agility on a suspension bridge of rope and wood planks leading to a slide. I even got in some exercise climbing the other side of the playground equipment to meet her at the slide. My side looked like the result of a demented, geometry obsessed spider. I got a workout.
I made and grilled burgers, baked some bread, and put dishes away.
I did a lot, I hope I modeled lots of good stuff, and I feel like all of it is there to be done tomorrow and the next day. I guess that is what I modeled today. Even if something has to be done again and again, it still has to get done.
Today, one of my full days with the kids, was packed. I dropped my daughter off at preschool, did some work there attaching some blinds to a shelving unit, took my car to get some overdue emissions stickers updated, stopped by a bakery that I used to go to weekly when I worked at another school, rushed back to school to get my daughter, took a walk with the kids to the library and the local pasta store, made dinner, made bread, did laundry, handled the dinner/bath/bed routine solo, and more. Amidst all that, though, there were a few moments of calm. While the garage was working on my car, I took my son on a walk around a large lake/reservoir. There has been a significant amount of nature restoration on the lands surrounding the the water, and one side of the park, especially, is fairly shielded from traffic noise. He had his morning nap surrounded by cattails, lapping water, birds singing, and fresh air. In the afternoon upon our return from picking up my daughter, I took my son up for his afternoon nap and lay down on the couch. The sun was streaming in the windows, warming me and brightening the room. I awoke quite a while later. I feel like I accomplished enormous amounts today, but those breaks were vital to creating balance and not arriving at 9:00 feeling completely worn out.
Filed under Chores, Nature