A Day of Nothing

It's funny how the definition of a spent doing "nothing" has changed. Four years ago, a day doing nothing meant sleeping late, reading the paper for two hours, then retiring to the couch to read a book, may be I would hit the gym and we definitely went out to dinner.

Four years later, I honestly feel I did 'nothing' today. But my day is a little different. I was up before 6 a.m., made 3 breakfasts, fed two dogs, picked up the papers, dressed 2 kids, supervised their teeth brushing, hair brushing and face washing, put on a load of laundry, walked the dog, emptied the dishwasher, cleaned up after breakfast, made a shopping list, moved the laundry, put on another load and left the house by 11a.m. Then I took two kids to the crafts store, went grocery shopping, unloaded 7 bags of groceries, made 3 lunches, cleaned up a potty accident, more laundry including folding and put two kids down for a nap. (yes, La Nina still naps--God Bless Her!) With them down, I checked email, cleaned up after launch, did more laundry, discussed dinner with the Dad (who was on the couch watching golf--not that I'm bitter about that or anything), organized the clothes the kids have out grown, comforted the Magster when she had a rough wake up, did more laundry, got snacks for two kids, took two kids out to ride bikes, watered plants, picked up 5 pots with dead plants and yakked with a neighbor until the kids were worn out. Then I set up a craft project for the kids, fed the dogs, did more laundry, made dinner--the Dad did grill, apparently, golf was over--cleaned up the aforementioned craft project, ate with the family, cleaned the kitchen, did more laundry. Suddenly, I realized it had gotten late, so I tossed the girls into the bath tub, washed their hair, clipped their nails, flossed their teeth, trimmed La Nina's bangs and supervised a second round of teeth brushing. About an hour ago, I read each girl a story, kissed them good night, told them I loved them, did yet more laundry and am now sharing my really quiet day with all of you.

And the funny part of all of it? While I'm tired--it's just normal tired and to be honest, I feel oddly rested from doing nothing all day. What the heck is wrong with me?