Laziness

Laziness is an experinence that in recent years has eluded me. Try as I might I can not seem to achieve true laziness. I would love to read a book titled, The Art of Lazy, The Zen of Lazy or Lazy For Dummies. I just haven't gotten the hang of it, that is why it is an interest of mine.

Lazy as defined by Merriam-Webster:
Pronunciation: 'lA-zE
Function: adjective
Inflected Form(s): la·zi·er; -est
Etymology: perhaps from Middle Low German lasich feeble; akin to Middle High German erleswen to become weak a : disinclined to activity or exertion : not energetic or vigorous b : encouraging inactivity or indolence

Recently I decided to try out this thing called Lazy. For on this day I did not clean the kitchen, living room or dining room. The bathroom floor had a carpet of wet towels and my bed was left unmade. I got up at 8AM and did not take a shower until well after 2PM. I listened to Weekend Edition, Car Talk and You Bet Your Garden. I drank a huge cuppo' while reading the paper and did not look up once while my trips' took turns whining about some toy taken or verbal slight each suffered. I was swimming in the murky waters of self-indulgent-laziness. Jason Mraz was singing in my ear, "...Let’s keep talking anything to stop clock watching. Lately we’re running out of time aren’t we crazy for running all the time? Maybe Let’s forget we’re running out of time..." and I did not care...(sigh).

I basically was on a mental-vacation. As much as I tried to hang on to this sweet vibe, there was this constant knocking on my stupid 'responsible-adult' door. The trips' wanting attention, my 15 year old needing a ride somewhere and my man wanting to know when dinner was going to be ready. UUUGGGHHH! I do not know about you Jason, but I can not seem to stop Clockwatching.

So what does this all mean? Well, I suppose it means you do not get a break being a SaHM (stay-at-home-mom). There is no room for Ms. Lazy. Everything falls on you to pick-up, clean-up, and fix-up. You do not get time off nor do you get to punch the clock at 5PM. Everything that happens within the home is your responsibility and if it does not get done, you will have it to do the next day. Who makes up these stupid rules?

In my quest for Lazy. I have made up some new rules for the household. I have assigned tasks and made others accountable. I have scheduled pockets of laziness, where within that hour no-one knows me, bothers me or expects me to acknowledge his or her existence. Every now and then I ask myself, 'Is having scheduled mental-vacations really the essence of laziness'? Hell. I will take it for now...besides Jason is singing in my ear again and all is good.

Clockwatching
Music by Jason Mraz and Dennis Morris
Words by Jason Mraz and Dennis Morris
Additional Lyrics by Ainslie Henderson

Take off both your shoes and clothes I’ll follow
Undo corkscrew drink from half of a broken bottle
Lately we’re running out of time, aren’t we?
Smoking often and calling out our guilty pleasures
Let’s keep talking anything to stop clock watching
Lately we’re running out of time.
aren’t we crazy for running all the time? Maybe
Let’s forget we’re running out of time

I’m off like an aeroplane
I’m licking your postage stamp again
I’m using my right brain and I’m praying that we don’t crash
Who knew I’d come so fast?
So what if a two pump chump can’t last
But I made it to three and I foreclosed a five-minute fantasy
On a short lived flight making love on economy

No jumping conclusions
I don’t think there’s no solution
Let’s get backwards and forget our restless destination
Let’s live in the moment just this time could we
Just take one moment of our time maybe
Let’s forget we’re running out of time

I’m off like an aeroplane
I’m catching my second wind again
I’m using my left-brain and I’m righting all my wrongs
I’m yearning to turn you on
I’ve been working on getting you off so get on

But how I guess by the subject of the best predicate left unsaid
When the matter is too delicate my loneliness is evident
And it’s You. You’re running through my mind
And it makes me crazy
lady dreamer you might be the soundest sleeper
tonight sleep tight and build your nest upon my shoulder

NapTime

This photo was taken two years ago. The 'gals' (yes, triplets) and I just came in from gardening and we piled our shoes in a corner of the kitchen. We layed on the couch to watch Sesame Street and before we knew it, we were asleep.

Thinking

How do you start? Do I just say, "Hello" and move forward? Do I pretend I am writing to an old friend or in my diary that I kept for all of six months when I was a 'tween? I do know that I am over thinking this whole thing. This is suppose to be my fun down time away from the worries of the day....there I go again, thinking....That is, what I believe, is my most annoying trait, I think too much. For example, just after high school I wanted to take off for Europe. Do the whole backpack, youth hostel, world experience thing. Maybe even stay and study in Italy or I don't know--let your imagination go wild. I will set the mood. Think UK romantic comedy in the style of Love, Actually and of course Colin Firth has to bumble his way into your heart. Where was I? Thinking....Needless to say, I talked (thought) my way out of going and ended up being absolutely miserable at a small Christian college for the next two years.