I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Spring Break, Nannies, and TranscendenceLiza
There’s not much time for blogging in the land of Spring Break. I scowled at the empty parking lot at UTSA when I dropped Eliot off this morning. Darn you college kids and your fun. I almost shook my fist at an Explorer on Friday with “SPRING BREAK!!!” and a big margarita glass painted in neon colors on the rear window. Don’t get me wrong; Asa and I have been having some good fun these past few days. But the reason he goes to a little day school is so I can run. And I tell you what, running, core workouts, stretching, Bulgarian split squats, 8 hours of sleep, AND being a conscientious mother without a TV in the house, well, something’s got to give. (That would be personal hygiene.) I do not know how you parents who workout at the end of a long workday do it. Honestly. I’m not worthy. Send me advice. And, maybe, a bottle of wine. And I only have one child. Who’s great. My grandmother had six children. And aside from one instance when she tied my aunt to a tree in order to chase after my father down the street, she was entirely self-possessed and relaxed. There are a few children in Asa’s class who have both day nannies and night nannies. That’s cheating, right? But if anyone reading has an extra nanny they’re not using this week, I’ll keep my self-righteousness to myself.
Anyway! So March’s resolution is to get the Howard financial house in order. It’s less a house and more a palapa really. Regardless, we actually met with a financial planner this evening. She’s a wonderful person and I have great hopes she’ll be able to tell us how to put the $3.40 we have left over at the end of the month to work for us — outside of a tall Starbucks soy latte. As Ms. Rubin says, “Prosperity allows us to turn our attention to more transcendent matters — to yearn for lives not just of material comfort but of meaning, balance, and joy.” Let’s hear it for transcendent matters! And maybe just a little material comfort too. (I’m coveting some new dish towels.)
Sleep log: 8 hours!!!
Food log: Lost the pictures I took of the meals. Arrgh.