Trying Out A Snail's Pace

Though it's not entirely true, I often FEEL like I spend my days running from one thing to the next. I know this isn't accurate because Sophia doesn't have any extracurriculars yet and I only have one. But on the days when she's with me, I get up, get her to daycare, go to work, pick her up from daycare, and come home. On the days I don't have her, that rotation changes to include (usually) coming home and then heading out to derby practice and coming back home.

All of that was lead-up to say that I am having a rare Saturday when I neither have Sophia in the morning nor get her today (I'll pick her up from her dad's tomorrow).

I feel like I ought to be doing something. I could use some time at the gym. I need to return some pink Chucks to Sears (a story worthy of a blog post in itself). I could run to Target. I'm low on groceries.

But I'm still in jammies at 11:33. Still drinking coffee.

I had a bizarre experience of sleeping in this morning. I usually am completely unable to sleep in - like, physically unable. This morning I shocked the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of myself when I opened my eyes and saw it was 9:30.

In an attempt to slow the heck down, I have forced myself to not run around. I've been knitting a scarf and watching back-to-back episodes of "The Sopranos" on DVD. I've decided I'll just keep doing that until I'm tired of it and then maybe I'll move on to the next thing.

I cannot describe just how difficult it is for me to do this, but I'm hoping the inactivity will have some kind of mental health benefits that I'll feel tomorrow when I'm back to my regularly-scheduled zippiness.

Back to my chair now...laziness beckons...