Since I didn't want Husband to be late to work, I told him I'd call in late to work instead and walk Casey to school and handle Time Warner. By the time 8 a.m. rolled around, I decided to just call in sick because I figured I'd have to take back the equipment they changed out. Luckily for me, the tech took it all back when he left after effortlessly setting up our equipment so I ended up with a whole day to myself, sans responsibility. I had a nice leisurely breakfast, sipping coffee while I caught up on some reading. BFF sent me a picture of the baby and I told her I was playing hookie so she asked if I'd like to meet for lunch. I did. I did want to meet for lunch.
I got in the car and drove to Malibu alone with no weekend traffic to deal with. I watched the sunshine do a sparkling dance on the ocean on my right. I got to listen to Kanye West without fear of language or genre offending other passengers. I rapped right along with him and laughed at my white, suburban middle-aged, mother of two ass for being so gangster. I rested in the warmth of a beautiful day at a Starbucks table while waiting for my bestie and her new baby. We enjoyed a leisurely and delicious wet lunch at Marmalade Cafe. I held a baby because I wanted to. I changed that baby's diaper because I wanted to. Not because I had to. Most importantly, I was alone with my grown up friend without my own offspring or spouse to tend to.
The drive home was just as enjoyable as the trip down. I walked in the door and stripped down to no clothes and put myself to bed. I didn't sleep but I enjoyed silence. I got to enjoy the breeze blowing through the bedroom window. One should never underestimate the healing power of silence and solitude. When it was time, I went for the children and we spent a lot of time playing at the park and it was back to reality. Luckily for me, the reset button was pushed and I am getting closer to finding my way to Zen.
Me & Josephine, courtesy of BFF
A selfie I sent to Husband captioned: BFF plus alone time equals this.
Taken while driving past Pepperdine
Just before getting the kiddos. Relaxed? Yes.