Having time to enjoy the silence and serenity of a crisp autumn morning and engage in whatever activity it is one enjoys, is great. But there's no equity being built here.
It can all be over in a flash. Your neighbor could rev up his lawnmower. A meteor could land in your driveway. Or, one's toddler could wake up and decide, "It's on!" One's spouse could do the same thing.
Then the boy woke up and my early morning quiet gave way to the far-more-familiar hustle and bustle of most mornings. All this said, it was a welcome development.
|Madison Wisconsin during the months prior to the annual |
arrival of the glaciers and ice sheets.
The boy was in fine form and talking up a storm, stringing together long chains of stream-of-consciousness that, when viewed as a whole, made no sense whatsoever.
There were oft-repeated phrases, lines from his favorite TV show, interspersed with observations about what he was seeing.
"Oh no! We have to get out of here! Let's go. What did you do? Oh, no! There's mommy and there's daddy. Oatmeal! OK!"
It's cute and, it better be, because it's also inescapable.
|That's him. Lying on his back with my jacket tossed over his|
head. Because nothing says "in-control parent" more than this.
When he was lifted from the linoleum the boy really hit the freak switch.