The Carol Brady Experiment: Roseanne Conner- After

(Originally posted August 18, 2010 on blogspot.)

Greenwich, Connecticut is not Lanford, Illinois. We don’t have any bowling alleys. (I looked. I did find one, but no one answered the phone when I called.) Our pizza is specialty, our beer is micro-brewed. I don’t have teenagers. Nor do I have said teenagers’ significant others to deal with. I am not overweight. My sister (regrettably) does not live near me.

But still. I was able to connect to Roseanne today in some surprising ways. And I have to say. There was some liberation in that.

Once I decided to switch gears and focus on Roseanne today, I didn’t set an alarm. I didn’t do much housework throughout the day. (Although I did get more laundry done than I have since we moved here. My problem had been getting the laundry basket and the baby to the basement. As Roseanne, it finally occurred to me. Put the baby IN the laundry basket WITH the laundry.) I ate whatever was handy when I was hungry. I wore black yoga pants and a black tank top. They were not the same shade of black. Then, after dinner, when we wanted cake but didn’t have any plates clean, Ryan suggested we just get forks and eat the cake right from the platter. Any other day I would have refused. (why? There’s probably several therapy sessions in there.) But today, a giant smile spread across my face. Did I want to eat right from the actual cake itself? With a fork? Yes. Yes I did.

Many would wonder what the big deal was in all of this. But I can be a bit of a perfectionist. OK, I can be downright rigid when I’ve decided something is important. But today, I just let it be. And I spent time talking to my friends. And I didn’t get so worked up about all of our meals being perfectly square. And it felt pretty good.

I couldn’t live like this every day. I went to Whole Foods in my yoga pants and tank top. And. For the first time since we moved here… I ran into someone I knew. Our Realtor. All I could think about was what Lily and I were wearing. Why today, of all days? When I haven’t taken a shower, and I’m wearing my glasses… But then I looked around, and you know what? There were an awful lot of yoga pants.

If I lived like this every day, the dishes would get positively out of control. And eventually our health would suffer. I care what we eat. But. It was one day. And at the end of it, I’m in a pretty good mood.

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