I do not know how to relax. It does not come naturally to me. I never got an instruction manual. Maybe it is in the mail with the parenting manual.
Ryder went to play next door. My neighbor said "You can have some time for yourself." Immediately I was thinking of ways to maximize this alone time. I had to figure out what I needed to do that was easier to do without Ryder around. Should I do the dishes? No, I can do that when he goes to bed. Should I play games? No, that would not be a very efficient way to spend the time.
Finally I decided to blog about how I didn't know how to relax or know what to do when he was gone. I sat down with my laptop and he came in the door.
That was a big ol' FAIL.
My problem is is that I feel like if I am not doing something constructive, I am wasting precious time. Time that I could be using to accomplish something.
If you have time to lean, you have time to clean. That is what we were told in the restaurant biz.
Anyways, he is in bed, finally, and my mind is racing with things I could be doing. At least I already finished the dishes.
What I should do is make some tea, get a book, take a sedative and relax. What I will probably do is pick up all those damn trains on the floor.