I had a birthday party today. Well, I didn’t have a birthday party. My 5 year old little boy had a birthday party and I played hostess. I thought to myself, no problem. He wanted a bowling party and I was more than happy to oblige. A little bit of cash would save me a lot of headache. I didn’t have to clean the house, prepare the food, host the games, buy the goody bags, make the cake. Nope. I paid one price so I could show up and have an instant party.
Not sure what I was thinking because no matter how much you pay, having 14 kids at your party will stress you out (especially when you’re battling another seasonal ailment like me). So I got to thinking about how I like to unwind and what I need to relax. Maybe you’ll do the same.
Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: Describe, in detail, the way you like to relax.
Here we go…
My favorite kind of relax is the kind I feel like I deserve. When I’ve had a day that’s either mentally stressful or physically stressful or even both, I’m ready to settle down at home and totally chill. I’d like to say it’s after the kids are in bed but to be honest, I’m lucky if I can get Evan to bed much before me.
Let’s take today for example. Busy day, birthday party, 5 year old on a sugar high. I come home and haul in the birthday stuff, configure new toys, make room for leftover cake in the fridge, clean up the kitchen (again). Then I take the dog for a walk and start thinking about dinner. Trying to keep the family on a healthy track and I made these super yummy baked chicken fingers and salad for dinner and it wasn’t until then that my relaxation started.
Large glass of chardonnay.
Yummy food on my plate. Mostly guilt-free.
Seated on the soft couches in front of the TV.
Watching grown-up TV!
Discovering mindless entertainment like “Storage Wars”
Evan off to bed.
Games on my phone like Scramble and Word With Friends.
Comfortable pajamas. Usually I like nightgowns but when I’m lounging, I like PJ pants.
Super soft comfy socks. A MUST.
If it’s cold, a fire in the fireplace.
If I’m not too tired, a little bit of Bailey’s over crushed ice.
Fall into my bed and pile on the blankets.
Drift off to sleep knowing the day is over.