I truly believe we should be able to give life a timeout if so deserved. I need one from being an adult.
So if you need me, I will be in my blanket fort, coloring. I promise to willingly retreat to my room for nap when the clock strikes 12.
I will trade my alarm clock for the gentle wake up hug.
I will trade waiting in line at Starbucks to be served milk and waffles.
I will trade days sitting in a cube in front of a computer for recesses in the sandbox and on the slide.
I will trade my Outlook email inbox for Saturday morning cartoons.
I will trade Excel spreadsheets on my Macbook for Number Munchers on an Apple IIgs.
I will trade corporate meetings for storytime.
I will trade vending machine snacks for orange slices and juice boxes.
I will trade research projects for arts and crafts. (My skill set on the latter has not improved.)
I will trade style and fashion for mud pies and getting dirty.
I will trade running errands for free time to spin in circles.
I will trade the corporate ladder for epic games of After School Program Handball.
I will trade rush hour for the room to fall asleep to the lull of the drive.
I will trade rushed morning showers for leisurely evening bubble baths.
I will trade mundane responsibilities for the innocence of “when I grow up.”
I will trade reality for the rainbows and unicorns of my imagination.
I will trade wine glasses for sippy cups.
For 32 minutes (apparently the appropriate length of a time out), I will revert to the child who otherwise plays grownup on a daily basis.
But then I’d also have to trade my independence and listen to my mother. Kids these days…
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