Mommy is Me Time

Today I took the morning all for me. Well, not exactly. First I helped the kids get ready for school, then I got them there, and then, mommy is me time started.

I went to a hot yoga class. It was 9 degrees outside, and 90 degrees in there. Sweet! (and sweat) I stretched, strengthened and sweated, I rested in shavasanna. I love shavasanna.

Then I avoided the errands (there are many) and drove right back home. Where I made myself this simple and beautiful and oh so yummy lunch.

And while I listened to Hades Town by Anaïs Mitchell —  a folk opera ( folk opera!) about Hades, Persephone, Eurydice  and the rest of the gang. Which is stunningly beautiful, I chewed ever so slowly, savoring each bite, giving my taste buds a chance to absorb and appreciate.  Yumyum.  And yay.

Then I soaked. In  a very hot bath. With mustard. Yes, that’s not a typo. When I had the 6 weeks cold from hell, I started soaking, and the gal at the organic co-op recommended this. It is intense, and strangely comforting. You can actually taste the mustard in the air in the first few minutes, and that’s not a bad thing, it’s just sort of curious, in a good way.

And then I ignored the directions on the package (gasp) and rinsed myself  in warm water (because I don’t like cold showers), slathered myself with my favorite lotion, and sat myself down to write.

The plan was to write a post about the UnGuilt Trip, (a downloadable class I am developing) but first I just had to write about this morning I gifted myself with. I indulged, in the best sense of the word, and allowed myself to care just for me, for a change.

I’m in the middle of that-time-of-the-month, and in the last few days everything hurt, and my emotions were so raw, and I was alternating between feeling like a bitch or a victim (my poor family had to be quite patient with me). My husband had to work for most of the weekend, you know what that’s like. And right now, my body needs all the comfort it can get. So I turned down the volume on the monster channel: the “got to always be productive” monster, and the “who do you think you are” monster, and of course the  “not enough time to do everything on your plate” monster, and especially the “you’ll pay for it later” monster (yes, there was a momentary monster party in here) all the monsters were muted for the time it took to give myself some TLC and yumyum. The stage was taken over by the senses: touch, taste, smell, balance, effort, breath, pressure, release, intake, flushing out, and rest.

Now I am writing, I love writing. Writing is restorative to me. And to make things even better, I am snacking on oranges: sliced into wedges, biting into the soft flesh, the juice sticky on my chin. I lick my fingers and wipe them on my jeans (where is the tissue box?) typing with the one clean hand. Slower, of course, and that is just right for now.

Big kid will get home from school any minute now, so me time, me and you time, is almost over.

Oranges all gone, hands washed, this is what I can take away from this morning:
Yes, I didn’t get very far on my to-do list, but I made progress. The progress was in my happiness level, and in my ability to take care of me. I am very good at taking care of my beloved others. Taking care of me, that, I’m still a novice at. And I’m shifting my priorities, going from always, “making progress” to slowing down and taking time to absorb, percolate, rest.

But think about this for a sec, it’s not away from making progress, it’s simply expanding the meaning of progress. Because, while what I did this morning will not put dinner on the table or pay the bills, by taking care of me, giving my body, my needs, their due respect lovingly , I have come a long way baby. Considering that  If you are writing biology essay, our help with biology homework includes helping you to choose the best topic.a little over a year ago I was so wracked with guilt that I could barely function, this is stunning progress.

Also, I am much better at taking credit for things. At noticing my effort, my intentions, my ability to move from pain to joy, slowly extracting myself from the muck of postpartum depression, allowing myself to bloom into the best mother I know how to be, while still learning new ways to be better, a better mother, a better partner, a better friend, to others and to myself. And better at recognizing that while I can always improve, I am very good enough already.

I’m working on including all of these ideas and the skills I practiced on my way up from the abyss into the UnGuilt Trip class I’m working on. If you are curious about it, sign up to the email list, you’ll be the first to know about it.

Now I need to write the outline for the Ithaca support group meeting tomorrow. So that’s it for this post.

It’s your turn now. How do you take care of yourself? When can you possibly put that in? Who could help you make that happen? Do you agree that this is progress? Your thoughts, all of them, are very welcome.

Hugs.

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Mommy is Me Time

Today I took the morning all for me. Well, not exactly. First I helped the kids get ready for school, then I got them there, and then, mommy is me time started.

I went to a hot yoga class. It was 9 degrees outside, and 90 degrees in there. Sweet! (and sweat) I stretched, strengthened and sweated, I rested in shavasanna. I love shavasanna.

Then I avoided the errands (there are many) and drove right back home. Where I made myself this simple and beautiful and oh so yummy lunch.

And while I listened to Hades Town by Anaïs Mitchell —  a folk opera ( folk opera!) about Hades, Persephone, Eurydice  and the rest of the gang. Which is stunningly beautiful, I chewed ever so slowly, savoring each bite, giving my taste buds a chance to absorb and appreciate.  Yumyum.  And yay.

Then I soaked. In  a very hot bath. With mustard. Yes, that’s not a typo. When I had the 6 weeks cold from hell, I started soaking, and the gal at the organic co-op recommended this. It is intense, and strangely comforting. You can actually taste the mustard in the air in the first few minutes, and that’s not a bad thing, it’s just sort of curious, in a good way.

And then I ignored the directions on the package (gasp) and rinsed myself  in warm water (because I don’t like cold showers), slathered myself with my favorite lotion, and sat myself down to write.

The plan was to write a post about the UnGuilt Trip, (a downloadable class I am developing) but first I just had to write about this morning I gifted myself with. I indulged, in the best sense of the word, and allowed myself to care just for me, for a change.

I’m in the middle of that-time-of-the-month, and in the last few days everything hurt, and my emotions were so raw, and I was alternating between feeling like a bitch or a victim (my poor family had to be quite patient with me). My husband had to work for most of the weekend, you know what that’s like. And right now, my body needs all the comfort it can get. So I turned down the volume on the monster channel: the “got to always be productive” monster, and the “who do you think you are” monster, and of course the  “not enough time to do everything on your plate” monster, and especially the “you’ll pay for it later” monster (yes, there was a momentary monster party in here) all the monsters were muted for the time it took to give myself some TLC and yumyum. The stage was taken over by the senses: touch, taste, smell, balance, effort, breath, pressure, release, intake, flushing out, and rest.

Now I am writing, I love writing. Writing is restorative to me. And to make things even better, I am snacking on oranges: sliced into wedges, biting into the soft flesh, the juice sticky on my chin. I lick my fingers and wipe them on my jeans (where is the tissue box?) typing with the one clean hand. Slower, of course, and that is just right for now.

Big kid will get home from school any minute now, so me time, me and you time, is almost over.

Oranges all gone, hands washed, this is what I can take away from this morning:
Yes, I didn’t get very far on my to-do list, but I made progress. The progress was in my happiness level, and in my ability to take care of me. I am very good at taking care of my beloved others. Taking care of me, that, I’m still a novice at. And I’m shifting my priorities, going from always, “making progress” to slowing down and taking time to absorb, percolate, rest.

But think about this for a sec, it’s not away from making progress, it’s simply expanding the meaning of progress. Because, while what I did this morning will not put dinner on the table or pay the bills, by taking care of me, giving my body, my needs, their due respect lovingly , I have come a long way baby. Considering that  If you are writing biology essay, our help with biology homework includes helping you to choose the best topic.a little over a year ago I was so wracked with guilt that I could barely function, this is stunning progress.

Also, I am much better at taking credit for things. At noticing my effort, my intentions, my ability to move from pain to joy, slowly extracting myself from the muck of postpartum depression, allowing myself to bloom into the best mother I know how to be, while still learning new ways to be better, a better mother, a better partner, a better friend, to others and to myself. And better at recognizing that while I can always improve, I am very good enough already.

I’m working on including all of these ideas and the skills I practiced on my way up from the abyss into the UnGuilt Trip class I’m working on. If you are curious about it, sign up to the email list, you’ll be the first to know about it.

Now I need to write the outline for the Ithaca support group meeting tomorrow. So that’s it for this post.

It’s your turn now. How do you take care of yourself? When can you possibly put that in? Who could help you make that happen? Do you agree that this is progress? Your thoughts, all of them, are very welcome.

Hugs.

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