I did nothing...all day long. :)

I don't know about you, but I always want to use my days off to jam every incredible idea I could ever imagine into 24-hours. The result??

Failure.

And this is the story of my entire life.

The end.

But I am going to try and review the facts of my day a little more objectively and re-evaluate my conclusions.

• I wake up and get Rachel off to school.
• I'd had a rough night so I go back to sleep until about 10am.
• I wanted to go for run, so I ate instead.
• And then I still wanted to go for a run, so I watched a movie.
• Actually, I watched a movie three times in a row.
• The movie was "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." A classic. My goal is to watch it seven times before I have to return it to netflix. Oh, netflix...how I do love thee.
• I practiced the piano for a decent time period.
• Rachel comes home!! :D
• I began a book called "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...and it's all small stuff"
• I played tennis with Pops. Or tried to. It turned into the most intense introductory lesson of tennis EVER. Here I was thinking that this was just a daddy-daughter date to the park and we were gonna bring some balls and hit them around with these racket things. But apparently this is A SPORT. Not just any sport, but the most serious, complicated, discipline demanding, strategy serving, full-time-job of a sport there is. Something that my seven-year-old tennis lessons did not prepare me for. I suppose there are just some things you cannot imagine or prepare for in childhood. Really, we did have a good time. :) I felt loved and special...even if a little resistant to his correction.
• We get home and the lesson CONTINUES. My mother and brother drive into the driveway and Matthew jumps out and comes bounding toward me...he's gonna show me a thing or two, Mr. Tennis Player-for-real. He's on the team and everything. But, again being resistant to all this correction, I start horsing around with him. I try to steal the SKLZ ball away from him. I do a feint as I run at him with my racket aloft. We wrestle for a few minutes and all of a sudden I lose my grip and fall back, giving him a pretty good whack on the forehead.
• Matthew now has a welt the size of a tennis ball...perhaps that is what I was subconsciously aiming for??
• We go out to Rita's for a treat. Matthew, Rachel, and I. Matthew gets a gelati. Rachel a custard. I get an italian ice. Rachel and I were going to have a make-shift gelati by combining forces. I held up my end of the bargain, but she decides that there is simply not enough custard for two people. In spite of this, she shares a bite. :)
• Some more family time.
• Rachel and I watch a Disney Channel movie.
• Help Rachel finish her homework.
• More piano.
• I laugh and text a couple friends on my cell phone for way too long.
• Waste time on the computer instead of sleeping.

New conclusion. It wasn't the days I planned, but it was not nothing. It was a good day. :)