I Do Not Want To Adult Today

This morning, shortly after I woke up, I walked into the kitchen to get my second cup of morning coffee. As always, I checked on the kids. All 4 of them were sprawled out. Quiet. In their favorite spots. This doesn't happen often and, of course, I didn't have my camera or phone on me to take photos. As I stood there, they all looked at me as if to question my existence. I cracked a smile, exhaled slowly, and said, "What a life..."

On my way back to the home office, I thought, "Today, I want to be one of our kids..."

I want to sleep in. Comfortably. Covered in my favorite blankets.

I don't want to worry about work, housework, responsibilities, and tackling the to-do lists on my desk.

I want to run through the house barking because I heard a squirrel fart or someone walking down the back stairs.

I want to be fed snacks and meals without having to contend with meal prep, cooking, baking, or cleaning the kitchen.

I want to run around the yard and pee on the lilac bush and shit on the lawn.

I want to play for an hour, take a long drink of water, and then find a comfy spot to nap.

I want to stretch out in a sunny spot on the carpet.

I want to curl up on one of the doggy beds and nap again after another hour of playtime.

I want to lay on the sofa and look cute while people kiss my head.

I want to lay on someone's lap while they feed me bits of food.

I want someone to take photos of me throughout the day simply because I'm adorable.

I'd like to have a back rub periodically throughout the day.

I want someone to take me for a ride to get ice cream.

I want my head rubbed as I take my 12th nap today.

I want to take every toy out of the toy boxes and not have to worry about picking them up.

Sigh.

No such luck.

I'm at my desk. Sipping coffee. Adulting.

Sip.