weekday ups & downs

Feeding the baby, watching his happy drowsy eyes, thinking he might go to sleep for a while, I start to fantasize about what I'm going to do when I can extricate myself, some yoga, make soup, rake leaves, write some letters. Probably not going to happen, most likely in the 15 minutes he is actually sleeping on his own i'll drink my cold cup of coffee and feel a little paralyzed because I won't be sure that anything on my list is really important enough to spend my precious, quiet, hands free minutes on. Then, feeling panicky because I'm not getting anything at all done or relaxing properly, I'll start doing something inane, like sorting the paper bags, or organizing under the sink. Oh well, we'll get the hang of it, and the paper bags are much more organized now.