I've been wanting to write this post about sloth since Sunday--so what does it say about my relationship with sloth that I just haven't had the time? A week ago Sunday I was just sick enough to stay home from church. I got the kids ready, Mark picked them up, and I went to bed--where I stayed basically all day long. It was fabulous. I slept and read, and that's about it. The last time I did anything like that was when I was in the hospital with Jesse.
Photographed (but not focused) by Roscoe.
Then this Sunday for some reason I was hit with the urge to throw a Super Bowl party. So I set out a smorgasbord of chips, veggies, pigs in a blanket, and potato wedges. If someone said, "Can I have some?" I said, "Sure, help yourself." And people helped themselves for the entire four hours of the game. We all sat on the couch in an ever-shifting people pile--for four hours!!
Mark and I decided we're big fans of major sloth in infrequent doses.
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I think the key is major sloth every once in a while as opposed to minor sloth all the time.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you got a break. The super bowl was fun, huh? I loved the commercial with the baby talking about finances. I just googled it and apparently it was for E*trade. If you missed it - check it out.
OK, on closer inspection of that photo - it appears that Jesse has Sunday attire on top and a big fat nothin' on the bottom. Now THAT is relaxing!
ReplyDeleteI haven't had the urge for slothfulness lately. That whole nesting thing is kicking in BIG TIME. Even when people tell me to relax and do nothing I can't. But darn if that don't look good!
ReplyDeleteI think I'm cursed with minor sloth all the time, especially since I started only sleeping in 3 hour increments.
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