i had a 29 hour day and i ______!
unexpectedly i was gifted with 5 hours. 5 full hours on a beautiful sun shiny day. so warm and sunny it felt like the first day of spring. yes that was an omen of things to come.
as a Big White weekend widow, i had 4 days with my son. every moment from dawn (6am) until dusk….nope 8pm if i was lucky 7:45. great EXCEPT for the 30 day yoga challenge i’m doing…yes, yoga everyday for 30 days. so where do i stash my son when i am sweating it out in the yoga studio? at grandma’s of course…yep, grandmas would be handy but 2 are in mexico and one is in hawaii (those damn snowbirds!!!!)
plan B? uncle D. i pull together toys of interest, and steadily reaffirm to J that he is going to hang with cool Uncle D while mamma is at yoga. at 7am the idea is A-OK, by 8am he is wavering…crossing my fingers i hope for a seamless drop off. smooth? not so much, it kinda went down like this. out of the car YAY, small meltdown after being licked by a dog, tears, more tears… clinging. my heart rate is accelerated and i haven’t even made it to the studio. more clinging…a beeline to the toy cupboard and i am largely forgotten.
fortunately yoga requires minimal prep…this is the case where acceptable attire is yoga pants and a ponytail. so i hit the yoga studio. 75 mins of magic ensue and then i text uncle D to arrange pick up …and then i slow my roll……slow down so much i stop.
“hey, we are going to take him for lunch and then to the beach…ok” YOU BET.
with zero hesitation i foisted off my son and then….and then… well i stood in the parking lot unsure of what to do next. don’t get me wrong i have things to do, lots of things to do, but gifted unexpectedly with a glorious afternoon i needed to take stock.
mani? pedi? run? snowshoe? lunch? a kayak? the possibilities stretched before me. what to do?
first, i indulged in a sit down coffee, i luxuriated over a ceramic mug and a comfy leather chair whilst chatting with a girlfriend (whose children are self-sufficient…i.e teens). 1 hr.
second, i got outside. i went for a run with Jasper and then meandered down to the beach where she went swimming. i sat. i soaked up the sun. 1 hr.
3 hrs to go? and what did i do? i cleaned my house of course… sad, pathetic, and silly. but i blame it on 2 things.
1> the sun is not your friend when you own a dog. i swear i saw 1001 dust bunnies swanning through my home. much like real bunnies they had struck out on their own, multiplied and left no corner or cubby alone!
2> my 100things100days girlfriend. she undertook and amazing project successfully and inspired me a long the way to keep it up. i heard a niggling in the back of my mind shouting. you have some time to restore…
order. i believe everything has a place and everything in its place. i am still working on some of those places, and more importantly i remain steadfastly true to a handy junk drawer…(i am not a domestic i swear by this) but i know for me life is just easier when things are in their place.
plus, i would way rather be present with my son or my husband than be distracted by mess. so i took in the best of both worlds as i see it. i opened my doors and windows. breathed in the fresh air, let the sun shine in and power cleaned. i stashed toys, hit my sons dresser (eliminating too small clothes), prepped dinner and banished the bunnies. 2.5 hours.
in my last 30 minutes i hung out in the shower, until i had old man hands. then i sat still and drank a cup of tea. my soul was happy, my home was happy.
Jasper barked, my reverie was over. J had arrived home. we played and i didn’t have to stop to prep dinner or unload the dryer and best of all i didn’t have to delint him after he rolled around on the floor.
that sun got to me! it dressed up as a sunny spring day, and caught me off guard. i admit it, i had 5 extra hours and i cleaned.
can you relate? or am i my own crazy.