Break Time

Wednesdays are complicated.

For a bunch of reasons, I generally end up with wall-to-wall meetings. Meaning, I am in Zoom meetings from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm without any breaks. And then, at exactly 5:00, I turn into a pumpkin and fly to the car with two children in tow. One of them has to be at dance at 5:30 and the other at gymnastics at 6:30 and OF COURSE neither of those things are all that close to our house.

Of course.

An aside, what am I going to do with all of the time I'm going to gain when Alexis can drive herself to dance next year? She'll be able to get her license at the end of the summer, so I am definitely off the hook for the four days per week drive to dance. That's frees up like ... 13 hours? Yes, 13 hours. It's going to be WILD.

Anyway, I drop Alexis off at 5:30 and then drive halfway across town to drop off Mila. Along the way, without fail, Mila falls asleep. Even hurricanes take breaks, y'all. Except, this particular hurricane will fight you if so much as suggest that she might have closed her eyes. Every week, I pull into the gymnastics parking lot, nudge Mila awake, and ask, "How was your nap?"

Every week, without fail, she replies, "I wasn't asleep." It's like when she was a toddler and I would tell her to go to sleep and she would reply, "I am asleep" except in reverse. Apparently 7-year olds are too cool for naps or something.

This week, though, was a little different. This week I woke her little butt up, asked about her nap, and waited to get yelled at. But, the response was different this time.

"Mom, sometimes I just have to take a break from being awake and not pay attention to what's going on around me."

Be like Mila, y'all. Take a break from being awake when things get complicated.