Furlough days, furlough days, dear old forced unpaid days, how we love our furlough days…
Really, these unpaid days aren’t so bad, aside from that whole not getting paid thing. Days like this remind me how to do nothing in particular. My dad calls it putzing. Yesterday I did dishes, blew up a hippity hop, made a playdoh shark, star and snake, attended a princess party under the blankets in Tommy’s bunk bed- all the key players were there, Ariel, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Sully, Spiderman and the Evil Queen. It was quite a party. I made a ziti and chocolate chip cookies, told 6 invisible kids not to take cuts in line at the swing set in the backyard, played the game Tommy calls “get silly with the pump,” which involves blowing tissues around the living room using his swimming pool pump, and watched two episodes of Little House on the Prairie. The single tear dripping down Charles Ingalls’ cheek, the moving hand across the dying man’s sheet, it’s classic 70’s television. Good stuff.
But today it’s back to work. All day yesterday I pondered my fabulous post, the one that would be inspirational and funny, but I was just too putzy. So this is what I’ve got. Happy Tuesday!
4 Comments
May 13, 2009 at 9:26 am
Putzing is good. Really.
May 13, 2009 at 8:46 pm
I think we forget how to putz. Or putter. Or whatever we like to call it. My dad is very good at it though, so I took a page out of his book!
May 13, 2009 at 8:29 pm
What a good mommy playing with the imaginary friends too!!!! And who doesn’t love secret,
under-the-covers princess parties…
May 13, 2009 at 8:45 pm
Fun stuff, but you wouldn’t believe the drama! Some princesses are not allowed because they don’t have the right dressses. It’s sad for them.