…..I woke up at regular time (5‘ish o’clock) this morning, made my warm lemon water, took the dogs out back and nearly broke my back on the ice, fed the dogs, made coffee, and crawled back into bed. As soon as I got word that there was a 2-hour delay, I went back to sleep. I have NEVER done that before in 12 years of being a mom, parent, adult with children in the house. It felt sublimely selfish. How could I take in an a little extra sleep when I have so much to do? Well, I took a walk on the wild side and went back to sleep ignoring the constant nagging in my head about the laundry, deadlines, upcoming appointments, what’s for dinner, the orthodontist later today, and travel basketball transportation.
Now, after flipping pancakes, shuffling around my day, skipping yoga, and getting back to reality, I headed up to my home office. That is when I felt it. I felt water dripping on my head as I walked into my office. Yep, a leak right outside my office door in the 2nd floor hallway. A 2-hour delay, a leak in the roof, and I slept in….I start to crack up. Not what you would predict for me to do. Obviously, I am losing it.
I am laughing because every time I walk into Henry’s home office, I am reminded of simpler days…He keeps an old photo of me during my college days in a frame on his shelf. There is no way I am scanning and sharing this said photo here as it includes an ice luge, vodka and me. You will have to use your imagination or visit me. For some reason, this photo also tickles my husband…Probably because it is symbolic of a time when I was not worried about the weekend schedule, the kids’ homework, the broken freezer in the basement, the noise the dishwasher is making, the nasty go-between with an editor, the fact that we are out of dog food, it is snowing and someone needs to shovel, what’s for dinner, and the whole family desperately needs haircuts. (Sound anything like this morning?)
This photo pops into my mind as everything that is going on my life and my friends’ and family’s lives swirls around me. I start to give some serious thought to those unreal college years in the mid-90‘s…Remember when we were in college and we thought we were so busy? During my college years, there were major decisions and concerns:
What time I was going to start getting ready to go out? Out-Out. This way, I could schedule the rest of my entire day around making sure I was in the shower at the exact time I needed to start.
Was the frozen yogurt at the yogurt place actually fat-free? Or, perhaps it was a conspiracy theory in an effort to dupe us all. This was before we knew that fat was OK and substituting high amounts of sugar to replace fat was evil.
What day was I going to do laundry so I could line dry my black bodysuit? So it was ready for Friday night.
I needed to take a long-range look at the bar tours because my 8 a.m. Senior Level English class took attendance and I could only miss 3 classes before dropping a letter grade, so I had to make an effort to fit it all in….The bar tours, I mean class, being a priority.
Often I am yapping about that thing we have come to the busy trap. I am so busy, you are so busy, everyone is so damn busy. Busy all the time. I try not to talk about being busy as it is only serves as some reminder to ourselves that we are alive.
Being alive is being busy no matter what our busy is….Different age, different busy?
Agree or Disagree?