Sitting

Why is the act of sitting feel so damn good. I often wonder at this wondrous act. I love to sit. I wish I loved to run and do important things as much as I simply love to sit and think of nothing and soak up the silliness of dumb TV and just sit.

It's been a long day;  Work, Preschool, Lunch, Nap, Reading, IG/ReFiNDing, Dance, Gym, Grocery Shopping, Paint Picking, Working, Unloading, DI Finding, Dinner, Parent Teachers, Book Fair, Cheer, HOA Meeting. I think that is it. I judge my ability to wake up and run based upon how much will be going on that day and if I think I will have enough energy to make it through the day minus the calories and extra sleep that it takes to run in the morning.

I think I have learned to appreciate sitting this past year with my back problems being what they are. I can't sit more than 10 minutes without the ache going down my leg. Sitting also leads to hunched standing and hobbled walking. I miss sitting without constant adjustment.

Sitting is finally giving up and giving in. When I sit it means I'm done. It means I made it and it also means leave me be. Is there anything worse than sitting down just to have to get up again? I think this is why I secretly HATE meal time. I swear I never sit down. I also know this is why I can eat an entire 3 course meal in under 10 minutes. That is all the time I have to choke it down before someone needs something. It's just easier to go and take care of it than to try and wrangle the child BACK into the sitting position. Oh if they only knew how much they would miss it.

I'm standing now and really wishing I was sitting... stupid back!