I do. I'm actually really, really good at it. I regularly read a book in the afternoon (that's called RESEARCH, friends). Husband and I watch a lot of movies. We play games with the kids. We go on meandering walks.
What we don't do well around here (much to the dismay of Kid 1) is sleep in. We have everyone up-and-at-it by 6:30 every day. And I like to have things accomplished by then, because, well, you know. For the next 2 hours it's all about making the breakfast and packing the bags and practicing and finding socks and helmets and biology reports and the Good Elastics.
But tomorrow? There's no reason for me to be out of bed before 9:00. Nine. O. Clock. I'm going to try it. I'm going to try to sleep in. I'm not sick. I'm not even tired. I'm not overworked (as if that were even a conceivable possibility in my world). I'm just curious. I wonder if I can do it.
I'll report back, you know, in case anyone cares. I'll consider it a success if I'm still eyes-closed at seven-thirty. It could happen.