Some days I just wish I could stay at home. I think I need time to let parts of me (that are always busy and rushing to something coming up next) settle down and let me catch up with myself.
My heart does not always seem to be where my body is required to be for reasons of work or home needs. It leaves me feeling weirdly disjointed and unsettled.
There are days – like today – when it would be fun to have no demands, when it would be fun to invite Zaka over so we could watch Treehouse or look at a book or go for a walk in the cold and snow. I’d like to pull him in our improvised sleigh and swing him around and watch his eyes sparkle. Or play a game of hockey on my kitchen floor or crash cars with him for awhile.
With no unfinished quizzes to be concerned about, no bills to pay, no deadlines for anything, just the day to spend enjoying him.