I have been sick for the last week or so, and then “Aunt Flo” came to town, so I have not felt like doing anything and haven’t that much for a week and a half but rested and binge watched Gilmore Girls and make meals. I haven’t done much more. My kid has played this Nat Geo online game and watched tons of Netflix and finished her year-end work for her school and basically entertained herself. This doesn’t happen often. I usually entertain her every second of the day almost unless a kid is over here to play. But when I am sick, I really take advantage of sleep. I take advantage of doing selfish things like watching shows that are not for kids and that are just for me. I didn’t have a real Mother’s Day because my daughter had a sleepover the night before at our place with castmates from her play, and then all of Mother’s Day was dedicated to church, prepping for the play and then performing and then getting home around dinner time. So, even though I feel really guilty about leaving her in the living room while I watch my iPad for hours on and snoozing, it makes me realize how much being a grown up kind of sucks. I mean my daughter is the only part that is fun. But, budgeting and worrying and planning and providing is really stressful. I wish I were ridiculously wealthy so that she and I could lie in bed all day long and read Harry Potter and watch movies and forego the grown up garbage. I mean I don’t mind cooking for her and washing her clothes, but I would love to have the carefree feeling I had as a kid or even as a teenager. But, I am assuming that the carefree attitude would not equate to good parenting. I guess I am rambling here, but one can only dream. Being a mother, without grown up issues! How lovely does that sound? Like eating clouds made of cotton candy and having gumdrops fall out of the sky:)

Good night…

Simply~

Dee