I don’t know if this is a product of age or motherhood…but I have become a stranger to the fine art of sitting still and doing nothing.
It’s been years since I’ve been able to sit through a movie without stopping for some reason. The dog needs to go out, the dog needs to come in, a child is up for one-last-goodnight-kiss, a child is up for a second one-last-goodnight-kiss, changing out the laundry so that it will be done before I finally settle down to sleep, putting in another load because if I don’t I’ll have to wear my bathing suit the next day since I’m down to my last pair of clean underwear….
I burn more calories during a movie than most people do in a Zumba class.
The “to-do” list seems