This weekend I enjoyed something I haven’t experienced in a while. On both weekend days, I woke up on my own. No alarm, no baby, no husband waking me up because he’d taken the baby at 5 a.m. and now it was my turn. On Friday night I went to bed at 11:30 p.m., and started drifting in and out around 7 a.m. At 7:30 a.m. I got up and made coffee (and woke my husband up since it was his morning to go do a long run). The little guy got up around 7:45 a.m. On Saturday night I went to bed at 11 p.m. I’d set my alarm for 7 a.m. to do my long run, but I started drifting in and out around 6:30 a.m. I got myself out of bed around 6:55. I was out the door for my run before the 2-year-old woke up.
I love that feeling of drifting in and out. It’s like a natural snooze button, only unlike a normal snooze button, it’s one’s body directing it. So there’s no harsh wake-up. You get snippets of dreams. You’re in this dreamy groggy state, but wake up refreshed. I don’t want to hope for too much, because the little guy has regressed many times before (and indeed, as I post this Monday morning, I heard him at 5:30 a.m., though I just turned over and let him keep making noise. Either he went back to sleep or he just played, and I got him at 6:30 a.m.) But it was certainly lovely to get two days in a row like that!
In other weekend news: I gave a talk in northern New Jersey on Sunday, so I spent a fair amount of time in the car. I listened to several TED talks from the playlist of the top-viewed talks of all times. I couldn’t listen the whole time because my phone battery died, but it was much more engaging than listening to the radio. I think my favorite moment was when Tony Robbins was talking about the various obstacles that keep us from achieving things, and he had people shout them out. People shouted out time, money, etc. But Al Gore was in the audience too, and he (or someone with him) shouted out “The Supreme Court.” Robbins had to run with it — and he did.
On Saturday, we visited some friends who have a farm. The kids were in heaven, getting to fish (the 7-year-old caught two big ones) and ride their horse, Molly. Even the 2-year-old got a turn on Molly. Alas, the kids have now added horses to the list of pets I keep getting asked for. (Side note: watching a 2-year-old around a fish pond is a harrowing experience).
I finished Hemingway’s Garden of Eden on Saturday. It was published posthumously which, given that the story itself deals with the concept of story drafts, is always complicated. If anyone else has read it, I’m curious to know what you think.
A frugal fail: In my most recent Nordstrom Trunk, they sent me a navy blue shirt with white stripes (sort of a nautical style). I liked the coloring, but not the cut or the price, which was pretty steep for a T-shirt. So I thought I’d look on Amazon and see if I found something similar. Sure enough, I did! With a nice V-neck (my favorite). And only about $17. So I was all excited, until it came, and I saw that the V-neck is trimmed with black fabric. On a blue-and-white striped shirt. It makes no sense whatsoever. Argh. Maybe no one will look closely.