I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Maybe it’s the fact that Rascal is (are you ready for this?) SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT! IN HIS CRIB!!! Or, maybe it’s the fact that I’m finally growing up? Or, maybe it’s the sun and moon and stars and carp? But, I’m actually becoming, ermmmm…, more productive….
Before I go on, though, let me clarify one thing: just because Rascal’s sleeping through the night does NOT mean that I’m not still exhausted. In fact, I feel more tired than ever. I guess I have 7 months of not sleeping to catch up on. Body’s all, like, “WTF?” Anyway.
What will his little hands do in the future…. Great things, I’m sure….
Yes, I’m becoming more productive. See, I used to spend every evening watching hours and hours of TV. Not a day would go by, for example, without my fix of The Young and the Restless. And, I was so addicted to TV that I used to ask people what ON EARTH they did all night if they weren’t watching TV. Like, “why would you read a book if there’s so much TV to watch??? Why???” was a regular question of mine….
While I still can’t live without quality TV — i.e., any TV of the “reality” genre (Big Brother, Rock of Love, Shot at Love II, America’s Next Top Model, Project Runway and, a new fave of mine, Trading Spouses, just to name a few), oh, and The Office, of course, and, most recently, LOST (hook-line-and-sinkered…) — I’m not dependent upon it. Like, last week, I happened to miss an episode of The Bachelor, and I DID NOT CRY ABOUT IT! Granted, The Bachelor is no Big Brother, but still I did not cry about it. And, today is Sunday, Gorgeouses? And, I have no idea what’s on tonight. Even now as I write this post, the TV is off — i.e., NOT ON. I actually don’t need the TV on. To think!
Why don’t I need the TV on all the time anymore? Because I’ve become more productive than I’ve EVER been in my entire life.
Instead of TV, I’m now reading a ton! From blogs to novels to nonfiction….
Instead of TV, I’m now PAINTING! Granted, there’s very little time for this luxury, what with Ms. Monkey running around and stealing my paintbrushes…. 15 minutes yesterday produced this very ROUGH first coat of a painting I’ve been meaning to do since my Ba passed away (at almost two years since his death, I still cry for him)….
I know it’s WAY yellow, but it’s only the first coat, and I haven’t painted in THREE YEARS (I was afraid the “fumes” would hurt THE BABY when I was preggers — gotta love prenatal OCD)!
It’s actually freaking me out a bit because….
It looks so much like him….
Instead of TV, I’m practicing yoga. I start teaching MY OWN CLASS on Tuesday!
And, of course, instead of TV, I’m doing so much writing. Here and there…. And, I’m working around the clock on the gallery….
Forgive me as I TOOT that old horn of mine, but it really rarely gets tooted — self-deprecating WHORE that I am, heh…. But, I’m really happy that my TV addiction is over, that life is getting REALLY LIVED, and that I’m more creative and productive than I’ve been in a long time.
Painting again. I’m painting again….
Now, if only I could kick that Starbucks chai-tea latte addiction of mine….
So, what do YOU do in your spare time, Gorgeouses (other than being GORGEOUS, of course)?
