It feels so good to have a bunch of days off where I don't have to go anywhere or do anything. For the first time in a long time I opened up a good book and read a good chunk of it. That's what I call therapy.
Up to about a year ago I challenged myself to reading a book every two weeks, and forced myself to read when I was working. Now it seems I've been spending all my reading time here. Not a good idea. It's time for a change.
My son has a school assignment this year where he has to read 30 minutes a day. I told him I was going to match, but haven't lived up to my end of the bargain, unless I consider reading on the Internet. Still, there's nothing like reading a good book.
So maybe that will be my New Years Resolution.
While my wife sleeps in her attempt to recuperate from two night stretch in OB, I've had plenty of time alone with my 4 YO daughter KK. I couldn't help thinking she is like the energizer bunny in that she just keeps going and going and going from one project to the next, and is happy go lucky without a care in the world -- so it seems. Occasionally she comes up to me to give me a kiss, and continues about her business.
In a way I feel envious of her for her innocence. My how nice it would be to be 4 again and not have any stressors other than, "When is mom going to get up? or, "Daddy, I don't like this food you gave me, can I have something different," or, "I am not doing that, dad!"
Once she had me play a matching game with her, but after one quick game she was back to her main project of the day, which was playing with her babies. Her mom brought home a new baby diaper from OB the other night, and her babies keep pooping.
I suppose I ought to get off here now. I just thought I'd drop a line while my children are deeply involved in a game of hide-and-seek. My daughter is somehow convinced that crouching on the middle of the living room floor and covering her head with a blanket is a good hiding spot. The giggling probably doesn't help her out much either.
JJ plays along with her by pretending not to see her.
"Do you guys want to play a game with your dad," I asked.
"No, I'm playing with my brother right now," KK said.
Good deal. Usually by the time he gets home from school she's more than glad to have someone to play with. Sometimes, though, he has too much homework and can't play. Sometimes that can cause her to become vicious, if you know what I mean.
Either way, these days are great therapy.
I think I'm just going to kick back in my recliner and catch up on my TV tonight with my better half, and then perhaps I'll delve into my book.