What I should be doing this morning while toddler dude is in preschool:
putting away laundry, pulling out the boys’ fall/winter clothes, vacuuming, washing sheets and towels, making Zachary practice tummy time while the coast is clear of toddlers hurling themselves at his prone body
What I am actually doing this morning while toddler dude is in preschool:
gave Zachary a bottle instead of nursing him so he’d sleep for 90 minutes straight instead of waking up every 30 minutes to nurse, took a very long, private shower with the shower curtain completely closed, drank two cups of coffee, wrote some stuff for the internet, read 10 pages of the new Lapham’s Quarterly (a treat I like to parcel out slowly to myself over several weeks), tried to fix the hat I was knitting that Milo pulled all of the double pointed needles from last night (GRRR)
So it’s not that I’m not busy, I’m just not busy with the stuff that really needs doing. I think once the novelty of a quiet morning sans toddler wears off, I’ll be able to focus more on the necessary stuff.
I almost feel bad, actually, about enjoying the morning because I know that Milo is having a really, really difficult time adjusting to school. Like, crying all the tears, climbing up Matt’s legs and begging him not to go, spending the entire walk to subway and subsequent ride to school begging not to go to “esquela”. Matt’s one word summarizing text to me after drop-off today was “brutal”.