K. is on a business trip. At least, he's trying very hard to be on a business trip, only some days it's very hard to get out of the great NorthEast, today being one of those days. On our last trip to Hawaii we had some trouble with weather and cancelled flights and the like, meaning that we made it to Cincinnati and then just stopped. When you are flying from Philadelphia to Honolulu, Cincinnati isn't that much of an accomplishment. We spent so much time in the Cincinnati airport that we could have driven ourselves from Philadephia to Cincinnati, stopping for a nice lunch along the way, and the airlines would have been none the wiser.
Here at home, we are pacing ourselves. The days are long when you are home with a 2-year-old and there is no relief pitcher warming up to take over when you think you will either scream unremittingly for 10 minutes straight or play dead on the living room floor and hope that all of the sharp objects were returned to their childproof locations. This means that the longer any of the necessary daily events takes, the better. This is in sharp contrast to a regular day when even minute counts. Now, the minutes don't count and "Take Your Time" becomes our new motto.
Anything at all to delay the next hour of the fascinating "play with toys blankie game". Here's a way to waste some time and go crazy while doing it. Get a blankie, plop it on the floor so that is has "secret hide outs" and "tunnels" and "mountains". Now drive your Matchbox cars all over the place until you are actually having fun, at which time pick up the blankie and reposition it. Repeat one million times. See, we just wasted 15 minutes. Only 62 hours and 3 minutes until the relief pitcher awakens, showers, plays for 5 minutes and heads off to work.
Posted by grrlTravels at February 21, 2005 6:16 PM