
When dad and English teacher Robert Wilder turned 41, what he wanted more than anything was a few hours of quiet. Meaning a little chunk of time where he didn't have to talk to anyone, answer questions, argue over snacks, sing songs, or otherwise yap yap yap. I feel that. Anyhow, he made like the monks do and
took a short vow of silence. Wisely, he took most of it out of the house. It's a pretty nice story about how to carve out some "not-giving" time, and since most of us parents give lots during the day, it's a good practice. Though I suspect those in my household would welcome my vow of silence even more than I would.
I'm not sure I could shut my trap for that long, but I do love the idea of shaking off the jobs I do for a little bit and getting to just read and sit and be very calm and unlike my usual self. But you know, I've noticed that when I do get free time, I get all squirrely. Is that an occupational hazard of parenting? Maybe you have to be thoughtful about it, or just make it a habit or something. Anyone had any luck with this?