Did you know that Donald Rumsfeld never sat down. You know, Donald Rumsfeld, the secretary of defense from that dreaded Republican Bush Era (after yesterday’s elections, I think it’s safe to say “republican” again). He claimed to work more productively standing up, so rather than stretching out his legs from a leather swivel chair pulled up to a glossy mahogany desk, Rumsfeld worked at a standing podium – his main piece of office furniture.
You see, when I have completed the afternoon kindergarten delivery and snuggled baby down for an afternoon nap, the house gets soothingly quiet – oh, welcome solitude – my ideal writing environment. The only problem – the minute I sit down, I fall asleep.
Sitting still is a mother’s worst enemy. This year I have counter-attacked afternoon fatigue by digging up various segments of my yard. Aerobic shoveling done outside where there isn’t a cozy couch or cushy bed singing me a hypnotizing lullaby (like that snake on Jungle Book) helps to suppress my cravings to snooze. And my yard is looking, well, dug up. I do have some new sod and flower beds.
Uh oh. I can hear it now – my bed, only four feet away – my cozy rainbow quilt calling to me, “Come, Snuggle, Snooze, Dream.”
Okay, but just for twenty minutes.
And tomorrow I will build some type of standing laptop pulpit.