I wish I could convince my children of the joys of slacking around on a holiday, but they are not easily catching on. And I have done a SERIOUS amount of modeling the appropriate slacking behavior in their lifetimes. Take now, for instance: it is 4 in the afternoon and I am still in my pajamas and have watched two movies. You’d think they would get it by now, but they still whine and whimper and hang on my clothing and beg me for food and water.
Yesterday was a success in all ways: we ate, we drank, and we played. And even though I’m a strict introvert, I get high off a good party – as long as everyone goes home, eventually, and lets me stay in my pajamas the entire day following.