It’s the first day of vacation. We’re at the beach my entire family. Every Tanner we could possibly find is here.
It’s nice to spend time with uncles and cousins that you don’t often see.
I have no idea what I’m going to do this week. I have a book and signed up for the online version of our newspaper for six days. I’ve been here less than four hours and have unloaded the car, unpacked the bags, read the newspaper in the sun, caught up with various family members, jogged and eaten dinner. There’s still three more hours til bedtime and I’m out of stuff to do.
I can’t stop. I simply don’t know how. I think my kids may be developing my same habits. How did it come to this? Why can’t I just sit and read or watch TV? Whoa, what if I just thought for a while?
I’m so used to laundry, work deadlines, carpools, straightening up –
I fear I’m teaching my girls the same thing. When I come home and find them chilling, I quickly remind them of their homework assignments and the piano that’s sitting there with no potential musician sitting on its bench. Michelle says “Dad, let’s cuddle.” I say, “In a minute,” for the lawn has yet to be mowed this week.
That’s it. This week I will cuddle! I’ll cuddle until her heart’s content and read with her and watch Another Cinderella Story with my eyes open. When I’m done with that, I think I’ll rest; ’cause there’s a lot to get done when I get back home.