Perfect Day Musings

Last week on the way to church Natalie described what would be a perfect day for her. She mentioned shopping in Paris, Rome, and at our mall. She also mentioned friends, meals, and going to a Beiber concert.

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I asked Erika to describe her perfect day. (She was in a foul mood because we had awakened her for 1:00 p.m. church) She said, "My perfect day would be sleeping in as late as I wanted..."

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I said, "That was easy."

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Kara said, "That's it, huh?"

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Erika scoffed at our cutting her off, and our inference that she would snooze the entire day, but didn't say anything else. Today she seems to be having that perfect day. It is Saturday, and at 1:30 p.m. I entered her darkened cave of a room, opened the blinds and the door and offered to make her lunch. She declined, but after I left she did get up to seal herself off from light and sound. At 3:00 p.m. Kara tried unsuccessfully to coax her from bed. I tried again at 4:00 p.m. She did moan, I have nothing to get up for." I told her she needed to get up because in seven hours I was going to send her back to bed.

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It is now 4:30 p.m. and still nothing. I need to get her a hobby or something.