Today I have an (slightly) unexpected day off from work. My mom is out of town for business and we came up short-handed on childcare for Oliver. I’ve had a wonderful day off today, I did what I used to do when I had a weekday off: I met up with a fellow mom (she’s also a good friend) and went to the Playdate Cafe in Lynnwood (highly recommend) and had lunch at the mall.
Oliver and I came home, I put him down for a nap immediately and then I did what every person says you should do when you have a baby: I slept when the baby slept. Midday naps are the best and should be required of all human beings. The weather today is mostly sunny, the clouds roll in every ten to fifteen minutes but don’t stick around long though. I decided to blog from our deck at the apartment, seeing as how I should enjoy this weather today because it won’t stick around for the week.
Okay, so let’s just get right into it folks! What are we waiting for, it’s been too damn long since I last posted.
- Brazilian Waxes – Since I haven’t blogged in awhile, I may as well just GO BIG or GO HOME, right? I warned my mother that she shouldn’t read my blogs because someday I would blog about something that would make her blush, and here we are.
Brazilian waxes, for me at least, always seemed mythical – apparently they were popular however I didn’t know anyone who had actually had one. Or so I thought! It seems that no one is talking about the fact that they’ve had one, so we’re all left thinking that they are for porn stars and … brazilian women? Well add me to that list, folks, I get brazilians! And I like it (mostly).
Brazilan waxes are different than bikini waxes, bikini waxes just clean up your bikini line. Brazilian waxes give you the whole ‘wham-bam-thank-you-mam’ deal! I’m such a wuss that I don’t go for full removal – I am more of a 50%’er. However I like brazilians because they last longer than other forms of removal, it’s quick, and man there’s nothing better than showing your junk to a stranger (okay – that last part was a lie).
I’ve been going to a really great place in Lynnwood called Trieva’s salon. Yolanda has been doing my waxes and she’s a pro, her bedside manner is great and we talk about our kids the whole time. The price is $50 and it takes about 20-30 minutes, depending on what you do. I just got an email from Living Social the other day with a GREAT deal for their salon, I wish I could buy it but it’s only for first-timers.
The last thing I’ll say about brazilians is, if you’re going to do it, do it for you. Someone (who also had done a brazilian) once told me that she stopped getting them because her boyfriend didn’t appreciate the effort she put into it. She said, it’s not worth it if he didn’t care – and I agree. If you’re going to do it, do it for you, maybe it’s part of your beauty regimen, maybe it makes you feel more manicured, maybe you love waxing your bits for fun – WHATEVER your reason might be!
Or don’t do it at all and just read this blog post. And then every time you see me after this, let it be all you think about: awkward.
- Being unpredictable (but in a good way) – This year I made a resolution to do things that people wouldn’t expect me to do. As we get older, people start to form their opinions on us and/or think that they have our personalities pegged. This past year I became not-okay with this, at least for myself and decided to ‘shake shit up.’
I would definitely say that one thing I did that people wouldn’t have expected out of me, was to start running. I’ve blogged about this before and I won’t go on about it anymore in this post (I just wanted to make note of it). However in the beginning of 2013 I decided to really surprise others and take a Introduction to Aerials class at Versatile Arts in Seattle. Working on the silks is something that i just thought looked really freaking cool and yet I knew it was something I would normally be afraid to do. So I signed my ass up before I could think twice and then Monday rolled around it was time for class.
It was a four-week series, I believe classes were 90 minutes in length with a maximum of six students in a class. On the first day during introductions, everyone introduced themselves as either a dancer, gymnast or acrobat. When it came time for me to introduce myself I just said, “I just thought it looked really cool!” Everyone else smiled and judged me quietly.
The VERY first thing we did after stretching (a whole lot) was climbing the rope. The instructor ordered us to do so, like it was as simple as climbing stairs. Right… climb a rope… I mean sure I could never do it elementary school, middle school or high school, but I’m sure I could do it in front a group of people who were more talented than my pinky toe. I chalked up, approached the rope, tried hopping up and ungracefully slid down it like an old stripper. Okay, so rope climbing was a no. The part that hadn’t occurred to me when I signed up is that rope climbing would be the building blocks for everything else in this class. We moved on from the rope and did other fun stuff like this and this (for the record, I do not know who those freaks are). However I went home that night determined to learn how to climb that rope.
It was one week later and Monday had rolled around. I had thought about one thing and one thing only that past week, learning how to climb a rope. I watched YouTube videos obsessively, gone to the park near our house and tried to climb the pole on the jungle gym (I wish you could have seen that), and used my technique from The Secret to imagine myself already climbing that damn rope. When I arrived at class that night I was both nervous and excited, was I going to be able to do it or not? Would this be my last night in the class because I couldn’t climb the rope? After stretching and chalking up, I approached my old friend, knowing full well that other classmates eyes were on me. I grabbed hold, got my feet into position and pulled up – and then slid. Feeling the upset in my gut already, I tried again before I could let myself feel defeated! AND I CLIMBED! Not far at first, but I climbed! I was elated and couldn’t help but have the biggest goddamn grin on my face. I had just accomplished something that I had not been able to do in my 28 years (do infant years count?).
What happened from then on out? Listen, I won’t be in Cirque Du Soliel this summer, however I definitely knocked something off the bucket list. That class and the next one were much more fun and even more so challenging. I missed the fourth/last class because of the stomach flu, but I was okay with that. My big goal would be to tackle the Lyra - but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
What’s next on my list? Oh there’s all sorts of small and big stuff in the works – I’m actually taking my first spin class tomorrow (okay, I know that’s not as sexy as Intro to Aerials, but they can’t all be!) and I’m signed up to do a triathlon in August. I’ve got other stuff planned too that I just don’t want to type out, I don’t want to be held accountable for things I may not be able to get around to.
What does this mean for you? You tell me. Are you willing to step outside your comfort zone and do something completely unexpected of yourself? If the answer is no, that’s completely okay, maybe you’re just really awesome the way you are. *insert smiley face here*
- Take a Mom-cation – I haven’t blogged about this yet, have I? These are so important that I would totally not be surprised if I blogged about it 50 times! If you’re not a Mom, then call it a Me-cation – just attach ‘cation’ to it and it’s all gravy.
Last October I took a trip down to LA to see friends from college, just me, no one else. I was in desperate need of a vacation, I really didn’t care who came with I just needed to get away. I was worried that I would feel guilty as I drove away or miss my family too much to enjoy myself. Boy, was I wrong!
I had the best time there! I stayed with Celeste, in her awesome 1-bedroom apartment in Silverlake and soaked up that October sun like it was my job. I went drinking with my friend Jessica and was able to go to a gallery opening at Celeste’s work. The three of us also went to a Halloween party put on by a local radio station – and let’s just say, I danced like a fool and drank like an even bigger fool (but we won’t go into that).
It was heaven, truly. For my friends, this is just their life (okay well not drinking and dancing 24/7) – but being “free” to do as they please, was. For me, I can’t go to QFC without packing a baby bag like it’s the apocolypse and then I can’t spend more than 15 minutes there before someone gets grouchy. Freedom is limited when you have a child, and I knowingly (and soberly) signed up for this gig.
Don’t get the wrong impression of me here! I love Oliver and Kyle more than doughnuts, The Firm or my iPhone 5. We are a little love triangle and I would be devastated if they were not in my life – with that said, I can appreciate the time we spend apart from each other. I’m also very certain they would say (especially Kyle) the same thing about me, and that’s healthy. It’s just taken me a bit of time to realize this. Being in LA made me appreciate what I had at home and also made me mourn a life I could’ve had. It was cathartic to go through all of that and I think it made me a better mom.
Kyle and I went to Palm Springs in January for his works annual meeting. He spent most of the days indoors at meetings, while I lounged by the pool and scrolled through my Facebook feed. I guess I would call that another mom-cation, I was alone most of the time and that was wonderful.
Okay, what should you take away from this blog? If you’re struggling with yourself or your life, maybe a temporary change of scenery could help you? Maybe getting away for a few days, with friends or without, might help you gain perspective on what you do have in your life. I’m so happy I did and I’ll continue to do so to keep my sanity intact.
Okay that’s it! I won’t be a stranger – I promise.