First, I received an email with an article about balancing work and family attached. There are ten "adaptive strategies," whatever the hell that means, and I figure The Old Man and I are good on about eight of them. Where I still need work:
Fun is the priority at home. I struggle with this. For example, this Mother's Day weekend, I have a long To-Do list with items that truly are minute specks of worry and busy work. I don't have "fun time" with The Kid anywhere on the list. The other item I need to work on is Simplicity is an emphasis.
Then, this message from Annie:
LIBRA
This notice appeared on a bulletin board at a local nightclub that features hip hop DJs: "Missing: my great-grandmother's necklace, which dropped off my neck while I was krump dancing last Saturday. It might have happened when I was doing a head spin. The necklace has three strands of pearls and a pendant engraved with 'To Florence, 1927.' Contact Monique." I call this to your attention, Libra, because I think it's possible that you'll have an experience somewhat akin to Monique's. Playing exuberantly in a very modern style could result in you losing something from the old days. Unlike Monique, though, I bet your loss will be liberating.
Finally, a gift from my boss, a refrigerator magnet with an old-time picture of a June-Cleaver-esque housewife, saying:
HAPPINESS IS relaxing with a bottle of wine and saying to hell with keeping A TIDY HOME.
So, being the insightful person that I am, I think the universe is trying to tell me something. This is a weekend to "Chillax," as Eric from Twilight says.
And blessings this week:
- A friend and I had a wonderful talk and discovered we're going on girls' vacation at the same time in June.
- The Old Man sent flowers to my office, then cleaned our hall closet AND the garage.
- I dreamed about good friends a lot this week. We were planning our vacation in June.
- I finally found a bike The Kid likes to ride, so I feel like I have won a small battle in the war over his couch-potatoedom.
To all the mothers (and fathers) out there, working or not, because we all know stay-at-home parents work their butts off, take time to chillax this weekend. I know, I'm one to talk.
