I woke last night around 3 a.m. with that sad feeling of having finished something and, though it was successful, feeling like I could have played it better. Said more thank yous, not left Slow Food DC off the resource list, not been so snappy about having to rearrange the room or not having any help until 5 minutes before doors were scheduled to open.
It was a great panel on Local Food, a huge success for my chapter of Holistic Moms Network. And a lot of work. I hope it is the last big thing we try to pull off before I check out a little to have a baby in August.
My son weathered my stress and busy-ness well, so well that I bought him a virgin plastic toy today and a creme brulee dessert after lunch (when a cafe and pastry shop takes pains to list what is gluten-free, I feel like I should support their efforts even if I don’t really want him eating much dairy or sugar either. At least this had eggs so some decent fat and protein, I hope).
The toy succeeded at keeping the peace this afternoon and also giving him something to occupy himself so I could actually take a nap. What a concept. He gave me a solid half-hour and then another 15 minutes, and then we cuddled on the couch for a while playing pretend with his new toy.
I shouldn’t fail to mention that the toy in question is a little character and car, a pink daisy Wow! toys thing, the cheapest they had. My son got this same “character” for free at the grand reopening of a toy store and he was happy to get a second one and to go for the flowers when I said the tow trucks and emergency vehicles were too expensive.
So score one for not falling into strict gender roles, and strike one for needless consumerism. We were buying something for a friend’s birthday party, and, since, as I wrote a few weeks ago, he was bummed that I didn’t let people bring gifts to his birthday party, I felt like today’s toy purchase softened the blow a little. I also let him pick the gift — a turtle gardening bag with plastic shovels instead of the recycled cardboard bug dominoes I suggested. But it’s for gardening…
Although I wish I’d slept through the night, my awake hours set me up to just take today as it came, to be glad I didn’t have to be anywhere other than 9:30-11:30, to not get on the computer the second we got home after lunch. That two hours I spent not sleeping gave me religion to get off even the decaf and up the water, to find a place to get into my body, which is sorely overdue for this pregnancy and for healthy living.
A friend of mine who is 37 weeks along had a fall today in a parking lot, and, having yesterday been told she had low fluid and high blood pressure, spent a few hours being monitored in the hospital as a precaution. I hope that all is well (as it appears to be) and that she will rebound and have a few more weeks of pregnancy. But I also heard some real calm in her voice, being somewhere with no deadlines or anything to do. She didn’t turn on the TV. She decided to just be. I hope it’s exactly what she needs.
Sometimes we need a real kick — or fall, or slap in the face — to remember just what that is.