One of my major psychological problems these days is that I never feel like I have enough time to do anything. And my own particular coping method for this problem is - as odd as this may sound - doing nothing. So this week off of work after Christmas leaves me doing a whole lot of nothing, even while feeling like I should not be wasting this time.
Still, I’m home alone with the kids today and yesterday. This is ok, but I don’t do this often enough to have figured out how to additionally be productive at it. Currently, they are playing one of Abby’s new computer games at her console, both of them sitting in the litte seat. Cute.
I’m trying not to make a catalog of Christmas gifts, although I should mention that the gifts aren’t helping assuage the dysphoria. Three gifts this year include headphones, but I have no portable player on which to play things through them. One of my more significant gifts this year is a portable podcasting studio, but I don’t really have anything to podcast at the moment.
Of course, in the background of thinking about any podcasting topics, the kids have started tearing up the place (yeah, from zero to tornado in 5 seconds) so those thoughts never complete. When they say that people lose 10 IQ points when they become parents, it’s likely because you can never form a complete thought again.
Sorry for the weird staccato of ideas, but Riley keeps grabbing new things that he shouldn’t. That’s why we don’t usually let him loose in the computer room. And also why I’m usually not online while I’m home watching him.
