In the last 24 hrs I have experienced 3 types of zen. The first is the most obvious type. I got a hot stone massage. When you think about it in too much detail its really quite absurd. You pay lots of money to get naked in a room with crock pots full of rocks. Then you have somebody rub said hot rocks all over your naked body. Yes that does sound, shall we say, stooooopid. I assure you though, the effect is far from stupid. Even the tiny little rocks between your toes are amazing and the one right in the middle of your forehead. Ahhhhh hot rocks. All of them were wonderful, but the best part was at the end. I was laying on my stomach and the massage therapist took a hot rock, followed by a cold rock and quickly ran them from the soles of my feet to my shoulders and back again. Oh it was heaven...sorry no pictures to share for that one.
The second kind of zen is more cathartic. I resigned myself that I will NEVER fit into those size 0 pants again and gathered them all up in bins. I went through my closets, drawers and shoes boxes slash and burn style. I filled 3 big bins with stuff that I won't wear, shouldn't wear and don't really care to wear. It was such a great big pile it prompted Mike to do the same. We now have about 150 empty hangers and lots of extra room in our closets and no more guilt staring you down every time you open the closet doors. Ahhhhh.
The third kind of zen is possibly even more rare. Raph said he wanted to lay down and take a nap. WHAAAA?! I said, "SURE!" and ushered him off to bed. Colin had already laid down easily and now Raph ASKED to lay down. As I type this he's still not actually in bed, but whatever. He's gotten up to use the bathroom at least 3 times but he's quietly hanging out in his room. I will never complain about that, ever. So here I have a rare moment alone at the computer. Colin asleep, Raph pretending to be asleep and Mike dropping off all those clothes we packed up at our local thrift shop for donation.
Ahhhhhh bliss. Though I think its the calm before the storm. I volunteered to bake gingerbread cookies with 4 boys, 4 and under. I'm glad I never got around to cleaning my floors yesterday but I'm sure today's aftermath will require a thorough scrubbing!
Hmmm, no pictures for this entry. I can't let that happen. How about this one then?