Day of the Sloth

Today I made up a new holiday, which I call The Day of the Sloth. It was around 2:30 when I thought it up, just as I was heading over to pick up Calvin from his last day of school. I'll admit, I am dreading the thought of summer, but also loving it too. I'm dreading the end of my freedom from children for six hours a day, but loving not having to drive to the junior high every other day or worry about homework or practice or projects. It will be fun to just hang out with the kiddoes.  

But still, the end of school for them means vacation. Yet for me it means the end of my vacation and the start of more work. So, today I invented a little holiday for myself. I've been nauseous for the last few days of my vacation, and instead of rushing around to all of my favorite museums or shopping at thrift stores (both of which the kids won't let me do), I lay in bed trying not to startle my stomach into hurling. Today I finally felt better and took myself to Barnes and Noble for an hour. But I still needed a treat, and there was no way I was going to be the one to make it. Plus, I needed some TLC in the form of a good video. 

It occurred to me that what I really wanted to do was to lay on our ugly beast of a couch with a bowl of ice cream and possibly a bag of red licorice. Even though our laundry room is covered in piles of clean clothes awaiting folding and hanging, I didn't want to have anything to do with them. I wanted to just do nothing. I realized I wanted to be a sloth. Hence, the holiday was born. And it was lovely. Calvin and I watched a movie, noshing on the licorice and slurping ice cream. For dinner, we had frozen pizzas and carrot sticks. And for dessert, more ice cream. When Rick came home, he found us bloated and happy, the cat curled up next to Calvin. 

"Welcome to The Day of the Sloth," I said, waving my arm imperiously. "Come, join us."

But slothful behavior doesn't come naturally to my husband. He just shook his head and stomped up the stairs to the kitchen. Calvin and I looked at each other, shrugged and continued the celebration. 

Now my stomach aches again. But in a good way. The Day of the Sloth was so successful that I'm thinking of expanding it to an entire week. Perhaps even a whole summer. But then, who would do the laundry? 

Comments

[shelby]

Let's see....June second....D a y o f (oops my pen ran out of ink) ....t h e S l o t h.

Got it...marked on my calendar for next year.

Thanks, I'm always up for a good celebration.

:)

[LauraB.]

I wish I could have joined in. Sounds like the perfect day to me. And I noticed that you balanced out the frozen pizza carbs with a vegetable on the side, so it all evened out. I know you are stressing about your summer, but now that my kids are grown and pretty much gone, I miss the summers with the kids. We still try to get a random trip to the zoo or whatever in every summer, but it's different somehow. Enjoy it while it lasts. Your summer days as you know them now, will be gone in a blink of an eye and then you will be blogging about "remember when"....