This week by some crazy random happenstance I've gone and become a speech pathologist again. A dear friend of mine needed a little vacation so for the next two weeks I am doing therapy via the internet because you guys, the internet is amazing. As if I have to tell you that, right?
While I am working my articulation magic, my little #1 is off visiting her grandparents. Can you imagine? An entire week without my child at home? I spent days imagining all the things I would get done before and after work. I daresay I assumed I would be able to decorate the entire house in four short days! Clean the bathroom! Paint the living room! Save lives!
Here's how Monday (which was a half day of work) went down:
sweep living room
And by the time I got all that done it was....9:30.
What? I got all of that done in 2 hours? Holy Crap! The world is mine! I am so PRODUCTIVE!
And then, here's what happened: I quit. I stopped getting stuff done because honestly? I could not think of a single thing to do. The house was too quiet. I had done too much in a two-hour stretch. It's like I had overloaded my capacity for accomplishment for one day and I was just done. Suddenly, I was B.O.R.E.D.
My dearest Z-cakes,
I love you. And even though you decrease my productivity exponentially when you are around, it is totally worth it to hear your tiny voice singing and your little feet clip clopping around in your princess shoes all the live long day. Have fun at grandma's and then come home and hang out with me. You are my favorite.