A Lazy Day

It’s President’s Day today, which means many of my fellow citizens get a day off from school and work to contemplate the history of our nation and celebrate the men who made it what it was before other people came in to make it what it is now sleep in, cruise the sales, and in certain regions be grateful that we don’t have to commute through the 3 inches of snow that’s already fallen since early this morning and the 3 we’ll be getting throughout the day because we can’t seem to catch a $#!%ing break with the weather.

I’ll admit I slept in until 8:30, despite my determined plans to get up only one hour later than usual and whack out the next chapter of my WIP before the kids woke up.  I figured my husband’s alarm clock would wake me, but my American can-do spirit didn’t even hear it.

Oh, well.

But in my defense, I’ve already started dinner—the slow-cooked beef stew I’ve mentioned here beforeand yes, I managed to get the tomato soup to splork out in one column because I’m just that good, though the potatoes weren’t half as sexy this time–taken a shower, Facebooked, webcomicked, YouTubed, read a bit, made much peanut butter toast for hungry children, folded laundry and formulated early afternoon baking plans that may show up in tomorrow’s post, especially if they go horribly wrong.

None of which is writing, which kind of ruins my defense strategy, doesn’t it?

But the moment I publish this post, I’m going to go feed my kids leftover pizza for lunch, grab my laptop and a mug of hot tea, and work on that chapter while glancing occasionally into the whited out world outside the window, relieved that I am lucky enough to be warm and dry on a stormy winter’s day and that in a few hours, my children, who are also safe and warm and full, will be bored enough  with this lazy day to help me make a mess of the kitchen.

Can’t really think of a better way to spend the day.

Holiday or not, how are you spending yours?

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12 thoughts on “A Lazy Day

    • Hey, I just had an hour-long conversation with my Dad, who just returned from his two week cruise to Peru. Where it’s warm.

      i don’t have enough pores to release all the envy . . .

  1. I hope the writing went splendidly. I stole an hour in there as well before the orthodontist, a slalom ride through the snow. Funny how fun it all is when work and commuting is removed from the equation. When we were sliding home I heard myself tell my son, “I love the snow.”
    Today, not so much.

    • It did go well, or at least it went . . . except I think part of the reason I’m struggling with a particular conversation is that it belongs later on . .. But at least it’s written!

      I haven’t loved snow since . . . 1993. But it was pretty to look at from a distance, yesterday! 🙂

    • Ugh, sorry, John.

      The baking experiment will be up around Noon CST. The photos make it look like we used fewer paper towels than we did, so you’ll have to imagine that part! 😀

  2. Don’t hate me, but in Central Texas where I live, the high yesterday was 80 degrees, and I went for a walk in my neighborhood, stopping to take a picture of a miniature Stonehenge inexplicably in a house’s front yard.

    Isn’t it amazing how we can do so much stuff, and still not get anything done? I blame the Facebook, YouTube, webcomic, tumblr, Pinterest, etc., time black hole that is the internet.

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