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Thursday, March 1, 2012
Declaring a mental health day
I quietly declared yesterday a mental health day. And so I did not blog. Not that blogging negatively affects my mental health. It's just that it's one of the many things I try to do every day. And yesterday, it felt like there were perhaps already too many things on the must-do list and that I should therefore ease back, breathe, take a long nap.
And then the power went out. For hours and hours.
CJ ran around the house trying every light switch and reporting back. "Not even the cold cellar, Mommy!" "Not even in my room!" Meanwhile, I cooked supper in an eerily quiet kitchen over the blue gas flame. Partially cooked, would be more accurate. I'd started preparing it rather late, and planned to warm ingredients in the crockpot, leave everything simmering on the counter, and race back home to eat in between piano lessons and "Performing Arts Night" at the kids' school (see: already enough things to do). I was sauteeing onions when everything but the stove stopped. This is one of those situations when it is extremely handy to work from home. Dump still-frozen ingredients from crockpot to stove. Thaw. Beats arriving home to a chilly house and an unfinished supper waiting on the counter.
Mental health day really only lasted an hour. But it was a good hour. I napped peacefully while CJ watched a movie. He had minor surgery yesterday morning (and it was very minor, no worries), so I kept him home from nursery school. Sleep is good. So good. And it is something I've found lacking post-launch-party. Something about coming down off the mountain. Too much oxygen down here. The clutter of the every day. The feeble human mind whirling as it tries to absorb all the good stuff and keep it--and exhausting itself in the process.
After a truly restorative nap, it was back to work. More movies for CJ. Plus some playtime on my office floor. I find myself fearing that what my children will remember of this time in our lives is their mother saying in a voice tinged with the frantic: "Just a minute, please, I'm trying to finish some work!" Or: "Wait, wait, wait, I just have to get this work done!" Or: "Mommy's working, can't you get a glass of water yourself?"
You know, that's not the worst thing ever, come to think of it. A little water-fetching independence never hurt anybody.
This morning the girls were wondering when I might start baking again. It's true. I bake bread on the weekends, but my cookie and treat-baking has fallen right off the map. Fooey was browsing longingly through a kids' cookbook from which we used to like to bake banana muffins -- together. And I looked at the girls, sitting side by side at the breakfast counter, and I said, "Hey, you're big enough to try baking together!" "Really? Can we?" "Of course!" (If they're big enough, I should be big enough, too: to let them learn by trial and error; ie. make a mess, and possibly bake something inedible.)
I'm not going to declare today a mental health day. Nap: check. Power: check. Blog: check. Kids safely to school: check. Supper planned: check. Early morning exercise: check. Discovery of a new blog (by me!) up at the amazing Canadian literary hub The 49th Shelf. The house is quiet. It's not even 10am. And I've got messages like this waiting for me in my inbox:
"I finished reading The Juliet Stories this afternoon. That ending!!!—I’ve read it over and over."
and this: "My 90 year old mom finished your book. She said something to the effect that you "have an absolutely incredible way with words"."
and this: "Just wanted to tell you how much I'm enjoying Juliet. In fact, it's hard to put down! It's a gorgeous book."
(If any of you are moved to write such kind words to me, please also consider taking time to let Amazon and Chapters know how you feel too. You don't have to buy the book from them, but as Tuesday's post explains, personal reviews and good ratings move the book higher in the rankings.)
Okay, now it is 10am. What am I going to do with my one precious life today? And you, what are you going to do?
I'm mother of four, writer, dreamer, planner, runner, photographer, taking time for a cup of coffee in front of this computer screen. My days are full, yet I keep asking: how can I fill them just a little bit more
-- with depth, with care, with pleasure.