|From August 2011|
This morning, Spencer appeared in my doorway, much too early, a blanket firmly tied around his neck. He was OFF like a rocket before I could even hoarsely whisper, "GO DOWNSTAIRS!"
The children have been going strong ever since. Worlds of imagination and play all around, constantly.
And I am very tired.
I'm realizing just how seriously children take their jobs. They wake up ready to play, ready to discover, to ask me a million questions.
And they go. And go and go until I force them into their beds once again at the end of a day.
When I did I lose that? Intrinsic, natural motivation to just be? I admittedly work very hard *most* of the time. But my desire to sit and look at Pinterest all day long is something I must stifle.
Where did my commitment to life get so lazy? These kids of mine, they are just dedicated.
It's amazing and exhausting.
I need to bottle it and sell it; this vitality they possess. The Fountain of Youth! I'd call it. It'd be the next big energy drink. (I am yawning as I write this! I need some for myself!)
Goodness, can I have a nap?