I am exhausted. I’ve been on the go with my studies, the kids, my life for… well, quite some time now. I even wrote a post the other day about my inability to slow down. I’m always telling my friends to “just breathe,” but this is something I probably only do when I’m sleeping. The rest of the time, I’m pretty sure I’m getting through the day on one breath.
So upon reading this post, my beautiful friend Jen from bootyandbrains suggested that I needed to get a little more “zen.” A connectedness between body and mind. Or in my world, at the very least, this would mean that I would slow the fuck down.
Ok. No problem.
I told Wayne, le husband, that this was my plan for today. I’m relaxing. I’m taking the day to lounge around, read my book, not doing any housework, not even preparing any meals. I can do this.
My family thought this was funny. So funny in fact that my oldest took it upon himself to document my day of “zen.”
Whatever. Suit yourselves. You’ll just end up feeling like idiots at the end of it when all you’ve gotten are pictures of me with my feet up.
I did pretty good for the first part of the day. I slept in till about 10ish. And a good sleep in. Not the kind where I actually awaken at 7:30 and tell myself, “I really should get up. I could be making cinnamon buns. I could be out running. I could be blogging about how I should be getting up.” Not today. Straight sleep.
This is the first picture that Wyatt took of me…
Wyatt: Mom. What are you doing?
Me: I’m reading. My book. Eclipse.
Wyatt: Terran is laying on you. Terran get off of Mom, she’s trying to be zen today.
Terran: I’m playing. I’m Indiana Jones.
Wyatt: Mom, you can’t be zen when you have a kid climbing on you. Tell him to get off.
Me: I am zen. See, I’m reading.
~thumping sound as Terran is pushed to the floor~
Clearly though, I wasn’t going to get very zen in a public area, so I decided to try napping.
Me: I did…
Wyatt: You were in your room for 10 minutes.
Me: Power nap.
Wyatt: You so cannot handle zen. You’re like a zen failure.
Me: Get lost.
Ok. So clearly being zen in my own home is not going to happen. But I’m proud to report I left everyone at home, and met my friend, fellow Twilight-junkie, at the movies to watch Eclipse for the third time.
And at this point, a zen-like state was impossible. Although I was feeling something akin to euphoria during the first scene of Edward in the meadow. When he asked Bella to marry him, I almost yelled out, “I’ll marry you Edward!” But I didn’t, because the guy next to me was already shooting me dirty looks because I had clapped when Edward first appeared on the screen.
Then I came home. Not zen-like, but definitely giddy with the remnants of lust I had experienced at the sight of Edward. I flitter into the living room towards Wayne, and I’m thinking, “Buddy, you are so going to get lucky,” but…BUT no sooner does he spot my beaming expression, he starts in on, “I didn’t stop all night! I came home from work” -which I might add was five minutes after I had left for the movies – “and one of the dogs had pooped over there, the dishes weren’t done, it was just horrible in here.”
Okeydokey. No longer euphoric, zen-like, or horny.
So tomorrow we’ll try focussing on different emotions.
Annoyed. Cranky. And bitchy. I think those will come more easily for me.