Doing "Nothing"
Here it is Saturday afternoon and we’re sitting at home watching a Looney Tunes movie for the fourth time. That’s right. Viewing number four. “Mommy, look, look!” says my youngest daughter urgently grabbing my face anticipating the funny part. I laugh for the fourth time because, well, funny is funny.
My other daughter, sitting next to me, grabs my laptop and types the following line about her sister: “My daughter is now doing the tango.” The tango it most definitely is not. It’s more like hip-hop funk in blue princess underwear choreographed to the dramatic rhythm of the do-or-die basketball game featuring Bugs Bunny and Michael Jordan on one team, space aliens on the other.
My youngest starts to laugh her silliest laugh and, seeing a new opportunity, reaches for my laptop.
“Scram-a-lam-a-ding-dong," I tease, “you’re going to break my computer.”
“I don’t care,” she says. Of course she doesn’t. She’s so age appropriate.
I know we should be at a museum right now walking through the Temple of Dendur, or learning about American Indians, or traveling though the universe to Mars at the Intrepid. But truthfully we all had a very long, somewhat emotional week and
somehow doing nothing seems like a perfect way to do that perfect something on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Between after-school activities, business events, and the constant motion of New York City, every once in a while it’s nice to transform the Master Bed into an island.
Of course just as I'm lulled into a peaceful, sleepy place my youngest decides it’s “Spa” time and she’s raiding my medicine cabinet in search of nail-polish for her manicure. So much for my vacation on Sealy Posturepedic Island. Maybe tomorrow we’ll go to the Rubin Museum of Tibetan art and stop at City Bakery for the yummiest hot chocolate on the planet. I could definitely find my way off the island and out of the spa for that.
Even when she is doing nothing, Deb Feyerick is obviously multi-tasking as evidenced by this original post to NYC Moms Blog.
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