In the afternoon of a hot day the realization hit me. The children were all downstairs playing, watching T.V., or reorganizing the food storage. I couldn't hear them except very softly. I was so tired. The bed was made but inviting me. I saw opportunity.
I laid down, closed my eyes and allowed my mind to free fall. Colors started to organize themselves into pictures. I could almost make out the images.
Almost.
The doorbell rang.
I laid down, closed my eyes and allowed my mind to free fall. Colors started to organize themselves into pictures. I could almost make out the images.
Almost.
The doorbell rang.
Uggggg...this is a very sad story indeed. I feel sorry for who ever was at the door. That would have been a bad situation if it was at my house because those moments of quiet where you get to lay down and drift are GOLDEN and should never be interrupted! ;)
ReplyDelete{Says the mom who has not experienced a moment like that anytime in the last five years...}
I take it that it wasn't Publisher's Clearinghouse at the door then.
ReplyDeleteBecause if it were, every day you could drift off to dreamland while you paid people to care for/tend to the kids, as well as someone to answer the door BEFORE the doorbell rang, and dispatch the visitor in a jiffy.
Maybe I should finally send Pride & Prejudice back to Netflix, watching it repeatedly has caused me to covet servants.
That is a sad, and indeed tragic, story. I wish you many more moments of swirling colors....
ReplyDeleteThat is a very sad story! I hate when that happens to me. If it's not the door, it's my kids. I had to give up the idea of having a nap a long time ago.
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That's when you ignore doorbell, instruct children to be quiet and pretend no one is home.
ReplyDeleteOh, that isn't the right thing to do?