Christmas is right around the corner but, this year, we've successfully found a way to avoid the hustle and bustle of the season.
We got sick.
Now, seriously, folks, we really do "keep the Christ in Christmas," always remembering that "Jesus is the reason for the season." Advent began beautifully with the right intentions and a good Confession. Still, one has to admit forced inactivity really makes one meditate...or offer it up...or, barring that, stew. I don't think I'm stewing so much as meditating. Really.
I have to admit it's not too hard on me to stay at home because I don't enjoy flitting here and there...not anymore. I can't figure out if it's being over 30 (ok - 40!), approaching old age, fibromyalgia, or just plain exhaustion from motherhood. It's probably a combination of all those things. When I look back and think of what I used to do, even 10 years ago, compared to what I can handle now...I get tired all over again!
Living the life of "old-fashioned" mom (meaning "stay-at-home") but also being "eccentric" (because I homeschool) has lefts its effects not only on my children but on me, too.
For example, I don't watch television. I never really thought about it too much until my mother began to live with us. She has her favorite shows, and often tells me of something new coming up on the "telly," even though she knows I'm rarely interested and, even if I was, I wouldn't get a real chance to watch the old boob tube.
Although I eventually came to the conclusion that the family would be better off without a television (although nobody seems to agree with me), the simple fact of the matter is that moms can't watch television even when they want to. Even my mother agrees on that. She often says that she doesn't remember any shows from the 1960's because she was too busy raising us...or bathing us, or batting us away from the front of the television screen she was trying to watch. She eventually gave up, too.
Poor mothers. They really can't watch television. Nobody let's them - not hubby, not the kids, not the family pet. There is always something that needs Mom's attention, even if it is during the only hour per week she would really like to watch a particular show. She may make the attempt, anyway, but she ends up frustrated. She misses important lines due to someone asking a silly question at just the right (or would that be wrong?) moment. Or the phone rings. Or the hubby wants something. Or unexpected company comes.
But all those things happen (sometimes at once!) only during that one hour per week when Mom's favorite television show comes on. When Dad's sports are on, nobody would dare breathe, must less talk. The neighbors don't call. Nobody shows up at the door.
After awhile, I just gave up on television. Truth to tell, televison has a narcotic effect one me - it puts me to sleep, which is really annoying because eventually, one has to raise one's self off the couch and hie herself to her proper sleeping quarters. And all the kids (who, when they were little, were sleeping on or around me) instantly perceived that Mom was moving...and they'd better move with her...right to her bed.
So I found something else to do to entertain myself...I went back to my first love...books. (And, of course, there's always the Net, which is fantastic when you just feel like browsing through web pages...rather like browsing through the library, which was a favorite childhood past-time.)
Still, there are times I really do want to see something special on screen. It happened when "The Lord of the Rings" came out. Once a year, for three years, there was something I really wanted to see at the theatre. (It also gave me the perfect excuse...I mean, reason...to re-read the trilogy...and then write a Catholic Study Guide for "The Return of the King.") I really did look forward to getting to the theatre.
It was like that today...after months of waiting, we were at count-down status and Hey-ho for Narnia! But now we must wait a little longer.
It's times like this one wishes Lucy would come to visit and bring her cordial...