Today was a great day for drooling at walls.
It’s been a day of hazy clouds and harsh cold.
Today our bed head spiked and jutted to the heavens.
Our heads swung down to rest on palms and coffee tables and carpet.
Today we wore two pair of socks and PJs that mysteriously smelled of poop.
Today we made couch angels but accidentally fell asleep so they are missing swooshy arms.
Today even the mild counting of a cartoon friend seemed all too fast, too loud.
Today is only quiet.
But today was not wasted.
Today you talked about my “pretty” face while I closed eyes and rocked you.
Today we ate very bad things that tasted so good.
Today we stared dumbly out windows, getting the lucky chance to see the neighbors’ tacky carnival land of Christmas decor deflated.
Today it was clear, through murky snot-stained shirts and dirty dishes, that the best thing to do was sit still.
We were super at still.
Never lazy, today we’ve stayed so busy doing much of nothing.
Tonight let’s wear three pair of socks.
We’ll pour our tired bones into beds.
Let waves of ugly snoring lull and swoon and hush.
Tonight we’ll reject small doses and use the whole tub of magical Vapor Rub.
Let that little nose breathe.
Tonight we’ll sleep like we mean it, the disorienting slumber that leaves you unsure of the date and place when you awake.
Tonight we will rest.
Because tomorrow- oh, tomorrow!- I just know it will be the high-fiving strangers kind of day.
Tomorrow we’ll wear clean and sassy things: more stripes, less snot.
Tomorrow skies and sinuses will clear.
Tomorrow will be so tidy, wrapped up, complete and clever like a 30-minute sitcom.
Tomorrow I will do Pilates and you will learn a foreign language.
Tomorrow the world will marvel at our feisty air punches and wonder from where the booming Rocky theme song’s booming.
Tomorrow we’ll eat apples and run (ok, jog) the vacuum.
Tomorrow you’ll climb and jump and surely kick things.
Tomorrow will bring us health and vibrance, joy and energy…
and very defined biceps and maybe a six-pack if that’s not asking too much.
Tomorrow we’ll splat on the couch simply because it’s Base in our zooming game of Tag.
Yes, tonight just rest.
We can carpe the hell out of that diem, tomorrow.