I don't do well sitting idly by, watching the world outside my window while I do nothing. Back in my single days, I was slightly better at relaxing, but back then, there was no little boy needing help reaching the kitchen sink, wanting to play "guys," or needing to make Play-Doh creations. I lived in a one-bedroom NYC apartment, which was monumentally easier to keep straight than my two-story house. I only get one day off a week when I'm working and I typically spend it doing things I've let slide the other six days of the week, like running errands, grocery shopping, spending gobs of time with Dean and Marcus, and trying to get the house clean. Today, however, I had no agenda. We bought groceries yesterday. We ran our errands yesterday. I have several things to do tomorrow that you can only do on weekdays when places like the post office and library are open.
Today, I did nothing.
I have to remind myself sometimes that I'm 35. And while I'm a pretty energetic 35 year old, I'm not the energetic 22 year old I once was. I don't have to fill every second of my day (or Dean's, for that matter) with a meaningful activity. Today, I woke up, drank a lot of coffee, joked around with my husband, finished a book on my iPad, watched old episodes of Batman with Dean, built spaceships out of Legos, clicked around on Pinterest and just generally relaxed. I needed this. I need to make myself do this more often.
Everyone's battery needs to be recharged from time to time. Usually, I feed off the energy of other people. I absolutely MUST spend time with people like me (I'm lookin' at you, bloggers) every so often to be reminded I'm not the only one. Sometimes, however, just being still is the answer.
My brain is relaxed. My body is relaxed. We are all clean, fed and entertained. Dean just randomly came over and kissed me on the knee, a clue that he hasn't minded entertaining himself with action figures while I vegged over here on the couch.
I have to be still more often.