Everyone knows I love food…love trying new restaurants, pleasing my pallette and indulging my taste buds. So like every other year for the last 13 years, when my hubby asked what I wanted for Mother’s Day, I reviewed my restaurant list and picked a winner. That was two weeks ago…maybe more.
The past few weekends, I have been trying to catch up on sleep in between the normal Saturday/Sunday hustle and bustle – you know, grocery shopping, kids sports events, visiting the parents, spring cleaning, tackling the endless abyss of laundry, etc. Funny thing about sleep…you really never catch up. Well, that is, until you die. And no one wants to sleep by then.
On Monday, a friend and coworker emailed asking me how my weekend went. I had managed to work in the yard and accomplish a couple of things on my list without distraction so I told her my weekend was peaceful. She responded with, “peace and quiet is always nice.” Her reply assured me I had a typo in my original response to her…I backtracked to review what I wrote…exactly WHERE and WHEN did I say quiet? Just as I thought, I hadn’t! We both laughed when it hit us at the same time – PEACE does NOT equal QUIET. They are two totally different things. Isn’t that why we often say them together? “Peace AND quiet.” I mean, if they were synonymous, we’d only use one word, right? 😉
I have been to the spa more times in the first few months of this year than I’ve been in an entire year in times past. Needless to say…I AM TIRED! Even my thoughts are tired. And it just hit me yesterday, I am too tired to even think about doing one of my favorite pastimes (dining out) with my beloved family. WAY too tired!
When it hit me, I quickly texted my hubby to cancel the Sunday reservations. All I want is peace (not too difficult) and a lot of quiet (herein lies a feat of gargantuan proportions)! He responded, “Are you sure?” Me: “Never been surer.”
Just let me be alone… in my room…or wherever I want to just “be”…with a book…or my endless DVR’d shows that I never seem to catch up on…or writing in my journal…or pruning my rose bushes…or sleeping…or whatever.
And let me do it without calming a hungry baby…or planning a 5-course meal for 8…or washing, combing and braiding hair…or sorting laundry…or reviewing homework…or ironing clothes…or planning what I won’t be able to finish until the next weekend.
That, my friends, is what I really want for Mother’s Day. Shocking, but true! What about you?