{"id":1508,"date":"2013-02-19T15:28:13","date_gmt":"2013-02-19T20:28:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/?p=1508"},"modified":"2016-10-10T12:05:49","modified_gmt":"2016-10-10T16:05:49","slug":"how-lent-is-teaching-me-the-importance-of-manicures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/2013\/02\/how-lent-is-teaching-me-the-importance-of-manicures.html","title":{"rendered":"How Lent is Teaching Me the Importance of Manicures"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

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I didn\u2019t anticipate how much the whole Lights-Out Lent thing would impact my blogging. I don\u2019t usually blog at night, I usually blog in the morning. But turning the lights out after dark requires an absolute, total re-structuring of my life. Which I have only partially managed, thus the lights going off at half-past eight, mostly.<\/p>\n

The first night was a rousing success, because I had literally been prepping to turn those lights out at 7 pm for two days. At 7 pm, the lights, they went out. The kids went to bed\u2026except Lincoln. He likes to be held and patted. Forever.<\/p>\n

So I sat in the rocking chair on Ash Wednesday, rocking and patting, staring into the candle light, and thought, \u201cwell, this is a great time to say a rosary!\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh my gosh. Something else I hadn\u2019t realized: prayer requires concentration. My prayer life usually consists of me throwing up a Hail Mary or an Our Father or a \u201cplease God help me to not totally lose my mind\u201d while one of the kids is in time-out. Evening prayers with the children are a cherished ritual, but forcing them to pay attention forces me to pay attention. And the rosary I always start when I finally go to bed rarely goes past the second decade before I\u2019m sleeping.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve known that prayer is something I really need to make a priority, which is why the lights-out thing seemed so appropriate. But I didn\u2019t know that prayer was hard. I thought it would just be boring. (Don\u2019t flay me alive, y\u2019all. This is honesty time.)<\/p>\n

Well, it\u2019s hard. I would start a decade of the rosary and begin meditating on the Annunciation, and then ten minutes later would snap back to reality from out of a daydream wherein I write a terrible teenage lit bestseller, become a zillionare, gleefully write checks to Sallie \u201cSoul-Eater\u201d Mae, buy a giant above-ground wine cellar in Rome, renovate it so that it becomes a house whose walls are lined with wine, hire Kassie <\/a>to nanny my kids, and then get another nanny so Kassie and I can just hang out and drink the walls.<\/p>\n

After two hours of this, I was mostly dozing instead of daydreaming, so I put Lincoln down in his bassinet (where he stayed asleep at last) and just went to bed.<\/p>\n

But reality hath shattered my dreams of candlelit evenings. It\u2019s really hard to get dinner done, the kids fed, the kitchen cleaned, and life prepped for the next day by 7 pm. I\u2019m eschewing legalism in favor of sanity, and just turning the lights out once those things are done. I am, however, being careful to not let \u201cprepping for tomorrow\u201d morph into \u201cmopping the floors and folding that last load of laundry\u201d. Anything that can wait, waits.<\/p>\n

The downside is that I\u2019m usually playing catch-up in the mornings, or trying to get ahead on chores so I can get the lights off close to sunset, and sitting-down-at-the-computer time has been the first thing on the chopping block.<\/p>\n

The upside is that it\u2019s really forced me to examine the way I live my life, instead of just frantically living it. As it turns out, I do not take care of myself at all. Not even a little bit. Sleep? Eh. Optional. 5 hours is sufficient. 6 hours is good. 7 hours is practically Rip Van Winkle\u2019s Nap. After getting 9 hours of sleep that first night of Lent I was astounded at how happy I was, and how much energy I had.<\/p>\n

Also, I realized that I don\u2019t eat lunch. Often that\u2019s because I want to cram a workout into Liam\u2019s afternoon nap time, so I don\u2019t want to eat before, but then I don\u2019t eat after, and instead I sort of graze on the crusts of the kids\u2019 PB&J sandwiches or grab a string cheese and then wash it down with five cookies or some chocolate. That realization was a little irritating, because it destroyed my internal narrative about my convex waistline being something that just happened to me in the wake of children, much like my hips spreading or my hair turning wavy.<\/p>\n

As the Ogre and I were watching a movie on Saturday night (cause we\u2019re doing Sundays from sundown Saturday to sundown Sunday) I decided, instead of folding baskets of laundry or balancing the budget or organizing mail, to give myself a pedicure and a manicure. This is one of those things that I usually wouldn\u2019t do, since it\u2019s so frivolous and there is REAL WORK that must be done. But I did it anyway. And I\u2019m actually amazed at how much having filed, shaped nails and painted toenails has improved my entire disposition, and thus, the emotional health of my family.<\/p>\n

Every time I write about struggling with my vocation, one or more people chime in and say some variation of \u201ctake time for yourself! Take care of yourself!\u201d This is my reaction:<\/p>\n

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As it turns out, though, taking care of myself is, actually, not a waste of time. Sleeping makes me happier, more patient, and more cheerful. Working out gives me energy and releases tension. Eating lunch means that I don\u2019t spend the afternoon eating everything else. And the simple act of giving myself a manicure made me look at my hands today and think, \u201cdo I really want to spend the rest of the day in my sweaty workout clothes, even if no one is going to see me? I think I\u2019ll take a shower so my nails aren\u2019t the only well-groomed thing about me.\u201dAnd so I did. And it made me happy.<\/p>\n

I could have organized the closets instead of showering and braiding my hair today, but I didn\u2019t. And since the lights are going out tonight when the day is done, that means I won\u2019t be organizing them until tomorrow. And if I don\u2019t organize them tomorrow, or the next day, who cares, really? I\u2019ll get to them eventually. And in the interim, my children can hug a mother who isn\u2019t sticky, sweaty, and putting them in endless frustrated time-outs. The Ogre can come home to a wife who\u2019s not wearing yoga pants and who smiles at him instead of grimacing. And I can walk out the front door, if I so desire, without desperately hoping that none of my neighbors are around to see that I still haven\u2019t changed out of the t-shirt I was wearing yesterday afternoon, nor taken my hair out of its messy ponytail.<\/p>\n

But that\u2019s today. The Ogre\u2019s parents are coming for a visit on Thursday, so I\u2019m pretty sure that tomorrow I will care very much that the closets aren\u2019t organized, and all revelations about my personal grooming habits and subsequent moments of peace will be so far off the back of the burners they\u2019ll fall behind the stove.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s the infuriating<\/del> irritating<\/del> frustrating<\/del> soul-killing<\/del> funny thing about Lent. One day you\u2019re swimming in peace and virtue, and the next day you\u2019re cursing the liturgical calendar.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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