Three afternoons a week, I’ve managed to produce some “me” time. While Ethan is in his Taekwondo class, James and I sit in our car in the parking lot. James watches a video on the portable DVD player while I work on my knitting. I have 45 minutes of fight-free, step-and-fetch-it free time to do something I want to do. It makes my blood pressure go down several notches.
The other day, Ethan skipped out of his class and noticed my arrangement. “You knit the whole time I’m gone?” he asks. “How boring is that?”
Someday, he’ll understand.
9 hours ago