Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Rest.
Ready. Set. Write.
I have donned myself the Piddle Queen. I can piddle away hours of my life doing piddly things that don't amount a piddly. When I step off my Piddle Throne, I deal with guilt that I've squandered away valuable time that could have been better used.
Part of what I feel better about my piddle reign is that in some ways, this is a form of rest. I don't do well at resting. You'd think I was really good at this, but i'm not really. I am a night owl and find myself tired and fighting going to sleep because I can find a thousand other things to do. This is a trend from my childhood when I didn't sleep the night through until I was 3 years old. (Young mothers, be thankful for your apparent non-sleeping babies)
It's a Friday and I'm ready to rest after a week of work. I'm ready to curl up in my recliner and snuggie and rest my night away...all while wearing my Piddle Queen tiara and waving my magic wand to make all my chores and work disappear.