Friday, January 26, 2007

Wasted nights

Theoretically, I could quite possibly start attending life drawing sessions again, because they start at 7pm - not long after The Little Madam has gone to sleep - and finish at 9pm - leaving me an hour to get home, have a snack and go to bed.

Theoretically, I could spend every baby-free portion of my evening doing something highly productive.

In that short but precious two hour period which is free of toy-strewn floor and the little finger that points at what she absolutely must be given to play with, I could be doing all sorts of things. Like catching up on all that literature I haven't gotten around to reading (though Dostoevsky may never get a look in, unless a braincell-rejuvenation treatment is developed in time). Or getting seductive and romantic-like with the boy. Or doing some exercise. Or cleaning the mould off the shower walls. Or laying on the couch in front of the telly, with my dinner in a bowl...

4 comments:

jackie said...

id lie around on the couch,have my dinner, and then get romantic.perfect evening.

The Editter said...

even just going out for a short neighbourhood walk before lying on the sofa should be quite pleasant with these summer evenings?

Angela said...

Hard to decide what to do

Violet said...

jackie: I can't lie around and get romantic! Once I'm down, I'm down...

the editter: that's a good idea. Maybe I'll start tomorrow!

angela: It's not hard exactly, it's just that it's way too easy to choose the lie-down option :-)