It can’t just be me.
Really, it can’t.
I can’t be the only one longing for the opportunity to just do nothing. To sit in my bed with the covers a pillows piled high, a nice long new book on the kindle, kids asleep, and husband on the xbox. No homework, no required reading, no design deadlines, no writing goals, just nothing. For hours. Maybe even a whole day. A whole damn day of nothing. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
But there’s always something. Another design project I could take on. A chance to get ahead on class work. A scene that just won’t get out of my head until it’s written. Sight words to work on with the preschooler. Milestones to work on with the baby. The husband needs attention. The house needs cleaning, and somebody has to make sure everybody gets fed.
So instead of nothing, there’s always, always something.