I did it. I stayed out of the bed all day.
I worked from 9:15 – 11:15 am. I coded an interview. I’m ready to do the analytical write-up tomorrow.
I walked home, turned on some music, and sang from 11:30 – 1:15 pm.
I met with my son’s teacher from 1:30 – 2pm, rediscovered that he’s a genius, and watched the rest of his flag football game from 2 – 2:40 pm in which he juked and spun a la Barry Sanders Jr.
I biked with my daughter to dance class, sat for two hours between 3:30 – 5:30pm and lamented the lack of musicality in this generation of overprivileged white kids. And vowed to work really hard on musicality with my black kid cause she’s not that much better.
I biked back home and was so grateful my husband bought dinner for the kids.
I put my baby to sleep at 7pm after a little playtime, a fun time putting on his pajamas, and a book. I haven’t put him to bed in weeks.
Now I’m just waiting for my genius’s return, so I can read books to him and his sister, and they can tell me all the words I read wrong or skipped.
I’m going to do it all over again tomorrow.