Today was one of those days. You wake up in the morning with the whole day ahead of you, with seemingly limitless possibilities, and then somewhere around 8 or 9 p.m., you realize the day is over and you really haven’t accomplished much of anything.
Well, that’s not entirely true. After reading through the news this morning and bemoaning a bit about the depressing state of politics today, my husband and I decided to escape back into happier times and relive the 1980s Cold War by watching the season premiere of The Americans. Though I know not to put much stock into award shows like the Golden Globes, I can’t understand why this show doesn’t get more recognition—it’s incredible. Early mornings or late nights are usually the only time we get to watch any more “adult” television, so it was also nice to watch an episode of television without constant interruptions from our five-year-old.
My five-year-old had a birthday party to go to at Bounce U, so around 10:30 we hopped in the minivan and left. For an hour and half, he and his kindergarten friends jumped, screamed, bounced, and bounced some more. They climbed up rock walls, slid down steep slides, and made their way through tangled obstacle courses. Between some casual conversation with other parents, I checked email on my phone and shopped on Amazon.
Afterwards, we met up with my husband and our other two boys at Target to pick up snacks for the week ahead. The boys are generally well-behaved, but no matter how well-behaved they are, it’s a bit of a nightmare to walk through crowded aisles pushing a shopping cart while corralling the three of them. I think every other sentence that came out of my mouth was to instruct them to move out of the way. (I’m pretty sure crowded stores with three children pushing a shopping cart must be one of Dante’s circles of hell.)
By the time we got home mid-afternoon, I was exhausted. While his two older brothers went to the park to play basketball, my youngest reminded me that I had promised to play Mario Kart 8 with him on the Wii U. I don’t play video games very often, but playing with him this afternoon reminded me of all the times I used to play with my brother when we were growing up. There’s something to be said about bonding over video games. I remember spending hours watching my brother lead Mario through level after level, castle after castle, trying to save Princess Peach. Today, of course, the games are a little more feminist—Princess Peach, after all, is one of the fiercest drivers among the characters; she needs no such rescuing.
Although I feel a bit guilty for not getting much done today—I think I also napped for a bit—I think there’s also something to be said about the value of doing nothing. My life is usually governed by the What Needs To Get Done Today mentality that I
sometimes often have a hard time relaxing. When I woke up this morning and saw the 7:07 on the clock, I immediately went into panic mode, worried I had woken up late for school.
So I’m going to let myself be okay with doing not much of anything today. After all, there’s always tomorrow.
This post is part of the “Slice of Life” series, organized by the teachers at Two Writing Teachers, whose goal is to give teachers a place to write and reflect. This March, more than 300 teachers have committed to daily writing. If you’d like to read more “slices” (from other teachers and even some students), visit twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/challenges.