girls gone wild

It's my spring break. I should be doing crazy things- like jumping from helicopters, visiting Rome, taking surfing lessons, and other cool stuff. But, I'm not.

I was supposed to be working all week, but my little client is sick. Double ear infections. Seriously. She started to get better and the mom is sick! Now, I feel like I am getting sick. Eliza is getting sick. The kids at her school are sick. Come on.

So- My spring break has included sleeping in. Until 12:00 pm. Each day. That's not right. But it feels so good. I love my pillow. I love having the comforters wrapped up around my chin. I love being half awake, realizing I have nowhere I have to be-- no meetings, classes, appointments-- and snuggling back up with my face in the pillow so it feels dark again. Then, around noon, I wake up and eat something for breakfast. I lounge around for a couple of hours so that the food has made its way from the stomach to the small intestines, then go running around the little tiny man-made lake that's just outside my patio door. I run around it 9 times, that's 3 miles, and look at the little cranes and turtles sunning on the bank, and momma duck with babies. Then, Eliza comes home- we go on errands. I take a nap. Check her homework. Feed her dinner. Attempt to attend to my textbooks. Drink a little while doing so. Have many snacks. Watch T.V. Go to bed.

Not quite the fascinating break that many look forward to. One day, I will have the money to jump out of helicopters, fly to Rome or Greece or Paris, and take surfing lessons. For now, this has been quite relaxing and pleasurable.