Monday, September 20th 2010
Saving Stuff

It’s COLD. I miss summer already.

This summer I spent lots of quality time with my mother, my kids, and my stretch marks, poolside.

I remembered what it was like to have to barge into a men’s room and physically remove three misbehaving boys. (not the first time. or even the second. always followed up with a clenched teeth “don’t you EVER make me come into a men’s room after you again I. AM. A. GIRL.”)

I grew tomatoes.  (Roma.)

I forgot to pick tomatoes. (Roma.)

Then the dog twinkled on the tomatoes one day and after that I was glad I was forgetting to pick the tomatoes. (Roma.)

I’ve noticed that running doesn’t relieve stress for me in the slightest. Punching and kicking, yes. But I can’t do that for a few more months. Sometimes it’s as if  I’m carefully saving, storing a year’s worth of stress. Waiting. That’s hardly advisable, but as I said,  running doesn’t help.

Or kids in need of mothering while they’re in the men’s room screeching and whooping and just begging me to come drag them out by their hair.

I didn’t.  Wrists are better. It was a real Mother of the Year moment in the parking lot that day. Caden-6yr was covered in soap froth and saying, “Wait! You didn’t let me rinse this off! Wait!” And I was all understanding and patience and, “TOO! BAD! If you make me come into a men’s room you forfeit rinsing privileges, buster!”

The child had three more hours in the car before we got home. I asked him about it later and he told me that it turned into grime that he could eventually scrape off.

That was… MONTHS ago. I haven’t let it go. Here it is. Hanging around for a few more months til I can punch something. It wasn’t even really a big thing. It happened in the middle of  a long car trip home and they were tired of being cooped up and they went a little crazy in a Wendy’s bathroom in the middle of nowhere.

And then so did I.

Some things are worth hanging onto. And then there are others that clearly are not worth hanging onto, but you don’t yet have a doctor’s permission to let it go.

~hm

6 Comments on “Saving Stuff”

1
Melissa
September 20th, 2010
10:41 pm

IDK, this is my favorite time of the year. Nice camping weather. It’s not 100 million degrees outside and it’s just cold enough to put on a hoodie and enjoy a cup of coffee without sweating like a pig. Just another advantage of having extra body fat.

And no, I don’t run. There isn’t a sports bra strong enough for that. I don’t kick things either, although I would like to. I think you have to be able to get your leg up for that one. What do I do for stress relief then, you ask? Herbs baby, and not the one you smoke. I am too old for that! Very legal, natural remedies.

Don’t worry, you’ll be up and kicking in no time!

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Kelsey
September 21st, 2010
9:31 am

herbs….? tell me more. i find this hard to believe. I could violently thresh them… that might work. i’ve grown parsley but that was just so we could watch caterpillars devour it…. it wasn’t particularly de-stressing because i worried they wouldn’t have enough to eat and really i don’t think they did.

3
jrw
September 21st, 2010
12:18 pm

Can you not kick OR PUNCH because of your knee, or is it something else that’s holding you back?

Not being able to relieve stress is not fun, but at least the FOGS aren’t causing you any more stress — so _that’s_ good.

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Kelsey
September 21st, 2010
4:19 pm

Specific dr orders. I probably could, and be okay… but it would be awful to be SO close to ‘cleared’ and somehow screw it up. (if anyone could do that, it would be me. my particular style of intensity + clumsiness is dangerous.)

yeah, the fogs are the least of my worries! one scared me in the garage the other day – i thought they were all cleared out of there. we both jumped.

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Sara
September 21st, 2010
7:16 pm

I’m thinking of starting up punching again…both to relieve stress and lose weight I’ve been gaining because of stress!

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Melissa
September 23rd, 2010
5:47 pm

herbs . . . “nerve control” is one that comes to mind. I buy a specific brand. It isn’t for the “gotta get this outa me” kinda stress. This is for “grit your teeth and smile” stress that you quietly want to rip someone’s head off while eating chocolate kinda stress. The kinda stress that happens for no real rhyme or reason.

I would take up kicking things, but I think that would just encourage the latent-pent up aggression I have worked so hard to get rid of all my life. Someone could actually get hurt (more than likely me).

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