A Do Nothing Day

I have always loved the idea of a "do nothing day".  A day where I can laze around in my pajamas with nary a care in the world except for what book I'll read next and whether I can find my "Dirty Dancing" DVD.  I wake up nearly every Sunday morning with that hope in mind.  Alas, I am not destined for a "do nothing day" in the foreseeable future.

I just couldn't get myself going this morning.  I halfheartedly made my shopping list and listlessly thumbed through my coupons, even going on Cartwheel didn't excite me.

"Oh, how I wish I could have a 'do nothing day'," I said to The Doctor while walking into his office where he was working.

"OK, so have one," he replied.

"I'd love too, but I really have to go grocery shopping," I sighed.

"Can it wait until tomorrow?," he asked, looking up from his computer.  "Is there anything you need desperately now that can't wait?"

"I need lunch stuff to make the girls' lunches."

"Can they buy?," he implored.

"Well. . . Yes.  I guess they can!," I replied, excited that I was going to get a "do nothing day" after all.

I picked up my kindle and leaned back into my pillows.  Just as I was getting settled in with my book, lunch popped into my head.  Rather, the lack of lunch items for today popped in.

"You know," I said.  "If I go grocery shopping, I can pick up sandwiches for lunch."

"That's fine," The Doctor replied distractedly.

"Yup.  I think that's what I'm going to do," I said, feeling disappointed that once again I foiled my own "do nothing day" plans.

I got dressed, grabbed my list and M and headed out to the store.  I loathe shopping on Sundays.  I always forget how crowded the store is, but at least there were no crazy couponers this time!

"I'm happy I came with you, Mommy," M said happily, while pushing the cart.  "It's like our 'Middle Child Day celebration!"

"Uh. . . sure," I replied.

"Don't you remember?  In August?  You took me to Starbucks by myself and we celebrated being middle children?  This is like that!"

Well, I'm glad she remembers that, because I most certainly don't.  Mental note to self:  Spend more one on one time with M and make Middle Child Day an annual celebration.

After we got home, the lazies set in again.  It took all afternoon for me to put away the groceries, because all I wanted to do was get back into bed with my book.  I've heard of "Lazy Sundays" before, but this was really ridiculous.

"When you do take your "do nothing day" let me know and I'll take it with you," The Doctor said, cuddling up to me towards the end of the afternoon.

"I'll definitely let you know.  It likely won't be for another 13 years, though," I sighed.

The girls will all be in college and I'll get my "Do Nothing Day" wishing I had a things to do with 3 Curly Girlies.