34 More Days: Vino and Vinyasa

I’m exhausted.

It’s Friday evening. I have an incredibly difficult job. (I teach at a school for students with special needs.) And it’s the first week of Daylight Savings Time. And I have hauled myself out of bed two mornings in a row at 6 AM. And we spent the evening as a family at BINGO night for my daughter’s school. (Where there are prizes. But not everyone gets a prize. Which is a perfectly reasonable situation, unless you’re 5.)

And so. I’m exhausted.

I had originally planned to present my challenges in order. But that would mean the challenge for tonight was just… too hard. I’m laughing at myself right now and shaking my head, because I don’t even have the words to explain how tired I am or why it would be too hard.

Did I mention I’m exhausted?

So I had a few options.

1. Avoid posting at all today, because it’s too hard. Post two tomorrow.

2. Push through. Write the tough entry anyway. Even though I’m exhausted.

3. Drink wine and write about an easier challenge.

You can guess which option I picked. Cheers.

A few weeks ago I was talking to my friend Stacy. She’s my Work BFF. (Now that I have one of these full-time job thingies, I totally get how Work BFF is a thing. We are on opposite sides of a cubicle wall and we get each other through a lot of days.) We had just finished a massive project at school and needed to celebrate and relax. And then, that evening, at the athletic facility my family had just joined (more on that another day)… i saw it. A sign for…..

(fanfare)

Vino and Vinyasa.

Seriously. That’s wine and yoga for you plain-talkin’ folks. I sent Stacy a text and asked if we should go.

“Um, YES,” was her reply.

Vino and Vinyasa was as advertised. (although thankfully, not in that order.) We did some yoga. And when we left the yoga room, there was a spread of wine and cheese and fruit. We socialized. We enjoyed the refreshments. Then some of the massage therapists came in to see if anyone wanted a demo table massage.

“Um, YES,” was our reply.

I went home feeling refreshed, recharged, and relaxed. I remembered how much I loved yoga. (I hadn’t attended a class at this new gym yet, and it’s been maybe 2 years since I’ve been to any yoga class anywhere.) I got to spend time with a great friend. I had someone work on the knot in my back that literally keeps me awake at night. And I just felt good.

Maybe it’s a misnomer to call this a challenge. It isn’t exactly “challenging” to go to yoga and drink wine and get a massage. But the lessons- or at least reminders- of the evening were no less important.

Self-care matters.

It really really matters.

Mom guilt is intense. (And Dad guilt, teacher guilt, police officer guilt, there’s a lot of guilt. I don’t mean to leave anyone out. But I’m talking about Moms here because, well, that’s who I am, and it’s right in the name of my blog, so…) It can take over our lives. And it makes us feel like doing something strictly for ourselves is selfish and should only happen if everything on our to-do list is to-done. Excuse me while I laugh hysterically. Because has that ever happened? I mean really.

Taking care of ourselves matters. Whether it’s getting a haircut or grabbing lunch with a friend or doing yoga and drinking wine, it makes us stronger people who are more able to take on all that is required of us.

So maybe this wasn’t a “challenge.” But you know what is? Taking time for ourselves. But it’s a challenge I’m willing to accept. For myself, and for my family.

*drops mic*

*sips wine*

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