Phyllis Diller and crock pots (or, how I learned to relax at the dump)
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Today is my kids' last day of school (a week later than scheduled due to snow days). I'm looking forward to having everyone here, having unscheduled time, and time when we can be relaxed and lazy. Except...I don't know how to relax anymore. There was a time when I relaxed, I'm sure of it. I remember napping on Sunday afternoons. Napping! Imagine! Now I'm at a point where, a few weeks ago, I indulgently read the Oprah magazine during lunch, and then felt guilty for spending so much time frittering away my day when I could have been working. Then I looked at the clock and realized my lunch had been eleven minutes long. Eleven whole minutes!
Phyllis Diller and crock pots (or, how I learned to relax at the dump)
Phyllis Diller and crock pots (or, how I…
Phyllis Diller and crock pots (or, how I learned to relax at the dump)
Today is my kids' last day of school (a week later than scheduled due to snow days). I'm looking forward to having everyone here, having unscheduled time, and time when we can be relaxed and lazy. Except...I don't know how to relax anymore. There was a time when I relaxed, I'm sure of it. I remember napping on Sunday afternoons. Napping! Imagine! Now I'm at a point where, a few weeks ago, I indulgently read the Oprah magazine during lunch, and then felt guilty for spending so much time frittering away my day when I could have been working. Then I looked at the clock and realized my lunch had been eleven minutes long. Eleven whole minutes!