Shhhh….don’t tell anyone I’m here on the playground.
There are two Spring Breaks taking place this month for those blessed boys in my life. Two Spring Breaks + One Mom = Calendar Mayhem.
This week, it’s Spring Break for College Son. He has the unfortunate problem that many people his age face at one point or another during their years seeking an education to better themselves. He is broke. Supremely broke, ergo,Spring Break means time to head back to the old homestead. Yes, College Son is home. Well, that is not true. He’s not sleeping in his dorm room, he’s sleeping in his bedroom here. And he’s eating our food. He tolerates the Be Home For Dinner Rule in our house, then like magic he disappears. Right now, he’s out with his friends at a concert, where his is most likely moshing. For those readers who are unaware, this is a form of dance, where you push or slam into others. I am told it is great fun. I am also told I don’t get it. Yep, I am an oldie but a goodie. And I wonder why College Son doesn’t seem enthusiastic when I ask him to have some fun with me!
But I digress.
Next week is Spring Break for Youngest Son. I should be thinking of things to do next week over his Spring Break. I’ve gone so far as to call one sitter to help me in the mornings when I teach. This week, I should be working at light speed in order to free up my time for Youngest Son. He needs a chaffuer next week, along with a chef, a laundress, a story teller, a rider of the bike, and his mom not to dance. Supreme embarrassment there. (I’ll save the the details of my dancing talents for another entry here. Suffice it to say that Youngest Son has asked me not to do this. Not even in the privacy of our home.).
To be ready for next week, when I will be wearing my Super Mom Cape along with the many hats mentioned above, there is lots to do so I can free up my time. I should be grading papers And billing – oh that one has to get done! I should be researching a paper I am writing. I need to reschedule a lunch, read a book for book club, do some accounting, and prepare for lectures. And I need a sitter for the times when I teach. Did I mention laundry and getting the dog to the groomers yet? Oh yeah…and I have to drive College Son back to college. Better write that one down.
I have graded some papers. And I made a call to a sitter. That’s it. I am finding my fuel tank reaching low. Really low. I need to refuel.
It’s not like I can take the day off tomorrow, lay on the chaise and read. Or nap. Or sleep in. They would help, but I have commitments just like you, and I cannot cancel them.
But, I did notice a bit of free time on the calendar tomorrow. Maybe it’s time to play? Notice the hesitancy there? And I am hesitating, holding back on the opportunity to take that time for myself.
Isn’t is selfish to do that when College Son is home and he might be awake in daylight when we could spend time together? Is it irresponsible for me to put the grading and billing on hold for a couple of hours while I recharge and refuel? If it isn’t, then what is it about doing something for myself, something indulgent like middle-of -the-work day play, that makes me anxious?
I read a study yesterday that said people need to play more. Duh! No kidding! That’s why I have a blog!
The study said that goofing around goes way back to our hunter vs. gather days and that we have created a society with a lifestyle that is too structured. It has no room for fun and play, especially for adults. Play allows children to learn the most important skill for social life: how to please other people while still fulfilling one’s own needs and desires.
Did I miss that lesson? Was I home sick on that day?
Tomorrow, I’ve got a play date. With me. See you on the playground.