“Don’t forget to add coffee,” S. said Saturday morning as I was making out the grocery list. “And cream,” he added, wiping up the remnants of Evangeline’s breakfast from her high chair.
“Okay. And I think I am going to buy some black tea for the week,” I said. “I want to try drinking tea in the mornings this week instead of coffee.”
S. glanced at me – the kind of glance a man who has been down similar roads in the past gives a wife – barely perceptible, but heavy with the sarcasm, all the same.
“Why? Why would you do that to yourself?’ He asked. “You love coffee. There hasn’t been a morning in all of our marriage that you haven’t woken up and demanded coffee. You are not the kind of person who gets out of bed and wants a nice cup of tea.”
“I was reading this blog and the author said every morning she likes two cups of black tea with fresh mint to start her day,” I explained. “I thought I would try it – it sounds so refreshing.” Even as I said this, though, I was doubting my reasoning. When the following morning rolled around, would I really be able to turn down coffee in favor of tea, no matter how sophisticated and healthful the tea sounded?
“Tea is an afternoon drink,” S. declared. “Save tea for the afternoon, if at all.”
And then I said something I rarely, if ever, say to my husband. “You’re absolutely right.” I scratched tea off the list.
I’ve got to stop doing things I don’t enjoy simply because I feel I should, or because someone I admire does them. It’s something I’ve been thinking about more and more, and, in fact, on Friday of last week began by making my first declaration, to whatever co-workers happened to be around me at the time.
“I am no longer eating almonds as a snack,” I said. “I am so sick and tired of eating a ‘sensible’ portion of almonds because they are low-carb and heart healthy. They have got to be the worst, most anemic snack in the world and I am done with them.”
I often find myself doing/eating/drinking things I don’t really enjoy because I listen to too many talking heads on the news blather on about heart health and lowering cholesterol and fighting obesity and the Mediterranean Diet and how our kids are going to die at younger ages than we will and, well, I can simply exhaust myself and those around me from all the things I think we should be doing, on any given day.
Here, for what it’s worth, are some things I’ve decided I’m never going to do again:
1. Eat almonds
2. Think about drinking tea instead of coffee
4. Pretend to enjoy shopping at Babies R Us
5. Sign up for discount cards at stores I don’t frequent no matter how good a deal the cashier insists I could get (and yeah, babies r us, I’m talking to you)
6. Go to a professional football game
7. pretend I’m a foodie
To balance out the negative, though, here are seven things I hope to do …
1. vacation in Costa Rica
2. Learn to surf
3. Learn to dance – like, REALLY dance, like they did in the fifties and sixties
4. own a convertible car
5. See the Great Barrier Reef
6. own a real Chanel something or other
7. throw a really really really big but also grown up party (ie – an open bar, waiters circulating with food, a band…)
Just some misfit thoughts for this Monday afternoon…