Thursday, September 30, 2010

When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get a Treat

Hey Ma,

As you know, I'm dutifully working my way through midterms right now. Though certainly challenging, I sort of thought it would be impossible to do and feel like an attentive mother/partner/sister/self and I'm pleased to report that so far this doesn't seem to be the case.

Anyway, I've always been a firm believer that when the going gets tough the tough get a treat. What form the treat takes isn't nearly as important as the feeling that it's a treat. And so today, instead of eating my usual yogurt with granola, I packed up M's and my things and we went to the Homemade Cafe where John works for a special breakfast.

I love taking M to the Homemade for many reasons, but one of them is admittedly that she usually sleeps when we're there. This isn't unique to her by any stretch. When I worked there I witnessed countless babies blissfully asleep while their parents blissfully ate. What this meant for me today was that I could get some work done while enjoying a breakfast I didn't make myself and M would get a timely nap. Talk about multitasking, right?

Of course, M's nap didn't amount to what it usually does. That's neither here nor there, though. I sat and ate eggs and toast (so simple and so good) and read some Nietzsche while M dozed and it felt like exactly what I wanted it to: a treat. I felt fueled enough to go home and finish writing a paper and all day I've had that little extra bit of happiness for having broken from the work routine and given myself a little something special.

Do you agree with my treat theory? How do you treat yourself?


1 comment:

  1. This coming Sunday, John's parents are taking Elsa to the Berlin Fair. My treat? I plan on sleeping for the ENTIRE five hour period. I haven't slept 5 consecutive hours in 8 months! I really haven't slept even two consecutive hours in over a week. Oh - and on another note - I bathed my child. Finally.