Rainy Days and Cardboard Tunnels
I was in a little bit of a mood this morning. I guess you could say that I'm still learning how to adjust to less sleep and helping to care for two little humans. Can I just say that I don't know how my wife does it. She's supermom.
I spent some time feeling bad for myself and trying to do productive things that I thought were important to focus on, before realizing that I was really only spending time worrying about things. Every distraction made me feel upset and jealous for my time, so instead of continuing to waste my time I decided to put on a different attitude and play with my son.
It was a rainy, overcast morning, and he had been wanting to go outside to play with his water table. We kept telling him that it wasn't a good day for that, and he kept getting upset because of course he can't really understand us other than that he wasn't going to get to go outside (i.e. his favorite thing). Distractions were in order, so we went to the basement to wrestle and move some boxes around.
For some reason, upon pulling out the boxes, I thought they would make a pretty cool tunnel.
This is the important stuff. Building tunnels out of cardboard boxes on rainy days, wrestling, laughing, living, not fretting about some stupid writing project. He probably won't remember it (except from videos I took), but I will. I'll remember that tunnel long after I forget about the story that I'm working on.