Solo Date

To finish off a week of “staycation” this past week, I decided to treat myself to a Solo Date today.  It was nothing extravagant, but it was relaxing and enjoyable, nonetheless.  I had initially planned to get various tasks done over my week off work. Instead, I dealt with a feverish 3-year-old for the whole week (including a visit to urgent care), interspersed with the Mommy Duties I don’t usually get to do: walk to the bus stop, lunch at McDonald’s, cooking dinner, watching Paw Patrol…

I fantasized about going for a pedicure all week.  Each glace down at my feet revealed the almost-grown-out orange nail polish from my last pedicure back in October.  The guilt of not spending all my time off with the kids, as well as the feverish toddler, and more “responsible” tasks (like renewing my vehicle registration and taking my sick kid in for assessment) managed to almost completely obliterate the opportunity for my favourite guilty pleasure.  Today, however, I decided to go for it!

There is nothing more relaxing, in my opinion, than sitting in a massage chair while having my calves and feet massaged.  It was so easy for me to just sit back and take it all in – and I did it!  I splurged a little and got the gel polish to ensure my treat lasts, and I just relished the ability to sit peacefully and undisturbed for an hour and recharge myself. I am also a huge sushi lover, but I rarely go because I know very few people who eat sushi, and it is kind of expensive.  All week, however, I have been longing for the deliciously fresh indulgence of sushi.  I tried all week to convince a friend to join me for lunch, but it just never worked out… so I took myself on a post-pedicure solo sushi date.

Again, it was a wonderful feeling to sit, alone at the table, and really experience the taste of my food.  My calves were still a little tingly from the spa pedicure cream that was used for my leg massage and I sat back and sipped on my authentic Japanese green tea.   A few times I did feel myself falling prey to the guilty thoughts of my kids at home with the Nanny, waiting for me to walk through the door; especially my oldest son A, who knew that I was off work again today and assumed that I would be home when he got off the school bus.  I worked diligently, though, to remind myself that it’s okay to take a few hours for myself every once in a while to just take care of me.

My kids didn’t totally lose out, though: Before heading home I popped into Walmart to get them a little treat.  I also bought an inexpensive Chess board because I have been eager to start teaching A how to play Chess.  After watching the end of a movie with them and tucking little E away for his afternoon nap, I sat down with A and started teaching him a simplified version of Chess.  Am I ever looking forward to this kid learning the whole game!

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Study Day

I lamented the fact that I needed to go in to work that day. After a weekend of practical exams, I was so exhausted. Not to mention that I wasn’t end assigned to any tasks for the day – I would likely do very little during the 11 hours I’d be at the hospital. Regardless, I showed up as expects to round on patients at 06:15. I went to the teaching session at 07:00, like a good resident, despite struggling to keep my eyes open. When we reviewed the tasks of the day and I commented that I was unassigned and, therefore, available to do anything they needed of me, she said: “why not take a study day!”

Sure, the exam was over, but I’ll take a day off work anytime, even under the guise of “studying.” 

 I drove home and arrived at the bus stop before the school bus arrived. The kids were excited to see me before my oldest got on the bus to school. I finished eating breakfast with my youngest before asking him to “tuck” me into bed for a morning nap. When I woke up, older son was home from kindergarten and we all ate some lunch together. We watched some music videos together and then I tucked the little guy into bed and read some books before his nap. I played some Lego in the basement and then suggested we watch a movie. 

“Can we have popcorn, Mommy?” 

“Sure, why not.”

“Are we going to share it in the same bowl.”

“Okay, that’s a great idea!”

“I love you, Mommy.”

And, that was my study day. 

The 9th Book

I am sitting in the children’s section of my local bookstore, watching my boys play with the Thomas train set and drinking a new fall specialty drink – a cinnamon chai tea latte. I came here to buy a new book. 

I really don’t need a new book, seeing as how I currently have two unfinished books on my night table and a pile of unread books in my closet, patiently waiting for me to delve into them. However, I saw this book show up on my Facebook feed yesterday, and I knew I needed t read it.

 I read “Sweetness in the Belly” many years ago and I remember the beauty of it today. I still recommend it to people when asked if I have any good book recommendations. I came here to the bookstore to look at the book, read its cover flaps and it’s praise and then make a decision. 

To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul

~Simone Weil

This quote, which serves as a sort of prologue to this book, spoke to me and expressed the necessity of this book in my life – right now. 

In January I made a goal for myself to read 12 books in 2015, one per month. I was doing extremely well and The purpose of my goal was being fulfilled: I was rediscovering my love of reading and the literary arts. When life got busy, and complicated, and stressful in July, I had abandoned all the goals I had set for myself. Immediately prior to that, though, I commented on my old blog that I was ahead of my reading goal having read 8 books in the first 6 months of the year. I postulated that, perhaps, I could read 14 or 15 books this year instead of just 12.  Alas, I have not completed any books in the past two months. But since I was two books ahead, I am still on track to complete my original goal of 12 books in 12 months. 

It is time to pick up the pieces of my shattered goals and move forward. 

“This is Happy,” by Camilla Gibb will be my book #9.