Monday, March 21, 2011
I just had one of those conversations with my DS about life. He is a bit dismayed to find that adult life is full of work. He is missing those relatively carefree undergrad days and wondering when the fun happens. So I got to thinking about when I have fun. I had fun on Saturday working in the yard and planting pansies and some herbs. That was fun, I told him. No, he asserted. That was work.
What about Sunday afternoon when I made a huge pot of beef stew and then portioned it out and put it in the freezer for lunches. That was fun. Again, he said...no, work. How about Friday night when I put on one of my favorite movies (Annie Hall) and graded student papers while I half watched with a lovely cup of tea? Work, he said.
Well crap, I guess I do work all the time. But those things felt like fun. Silly me. Maybe someday I'll tell him about the "fun" I used to have when the children were little. Hanging clothes on the clothesline in the sunshine....fun! Taking a bubble bath at midnight when the children were in bed...fun! Singing Raffi songs at the top of our lungs while driving to the grocery store...SO much fun!
So how about it SP folks? Do you ever have any fun as an adult?