Sometimes

Sometimes (like this morning) I wake up in the morning and feel like my life is a drudgery.  Too much.  One unpleasant task stacked on another (and also my new-ish oven self destructed last night).  Sometimes I wish I could change things.

Sometimes I wish I had more time.

More time to write.  More time to restore/create some order around here.  More time to exercise/improve myself/decrease my carbon footprint/learn Latin...who am I kidding?  More time to read.

Sometimes I consider how much more time I would have if I sent my little goblin to school instead of working on school plans and negotiating with him to be in a motionless state for longer than five minutes.  I wonder how I would spend my days if they didn't include trying to keep Mark writing/reading/adding/subtracting.  What would I do with all the time I wasn't spending convincing him that he's not too sick for school, that he'd be plenty warm (and not need to be wrapped in a blanket) if he went and put a shirt on, and that no, we aren't going to snuggle until you are done with math.  Would I for once in my life be On Top of It.  Whatever It is?

I doubt it.

And the day I trade more time for days without Mark will be a dark day.

I mean, look at the way he makes hot chocolate for me.  (The kid knows his way around chocolate.)

Sometimes Mark and I play Scrabble when everyone else is gone in the evening.  I destroy him.  I know, he's nine.  But still.   

Yesterday, while we were eating lunch, Mark and I were trading hi-larious jokes.  His two favorites:

Q: What has a bottom at the top?

A: Legs.

Q:  What goes ha ha kerplunk?

A:  Laughing your head off.

Life is like pizza.

Even when it's bad, it's good.